Bloody Dino

That git beat me at math team run-offs again. Stupid Dino and his perfect 18. I am infinitely cooler than he is. And at least I don't go around poking people in the head with yard sticks.

Because, really, when I'm trying to do a physics lab, and counting pendulum strings in such an artificially chipper voice that I'm struggling not to laugh, the last thing I want is to be repeatedly jabbed in the back with a yard stick. I would really prefer that Dino keeps all of his sticks well away from me.