Running Amok Y/Y?

As you probably have guessed from my last post, I despise sitting in that HouseOfEnnui™. (And you see I love making the ™-sign now that I've figured out what ASCII-code I need for that?)
Really, I'd love to just be ignored by everyone and be able to read or do whatever the fuck I want to do without getting barked at by teachers. (Apparently they don't like my really family-friendly concept of 'You let me do whatever I want and I try not to rip your throat open and pee into your mouth, kay?')
And then there's boring classmates. I'm not trying to sound vain our stuck-up - okay maybe I am - but they're mostly below my standards. Of course, I have my friends and stuff, but I want some INTELLIGENCE and INTEREST IN STUFF THAT'S NOT UTTER BULLSHIT. Just try to like some more mature stuff, people!

After I'd taken the first step into this *cough* beautiful, joyful building, the first thing that popped into my head was 'WHAT THE HOLY FUCK AM I DOING HERE? ABORT, ABORT, VENTURE BACK INTO THE SAFE REALMS OF home.exe!'. (It may have really happened like that. Or not. You decide.)
Then I admittedly had a good laugh because I told a guy my name was Franz and proceeded to laugh like a lunatic - scaring off fellow classmates: check! - and spent three more hours in the depths of hell (I saw Satan and told him that I love him. Okay that really DIDN'T happen, excuse me. Actually I don't care!)

Back home I ate and then read 300 pages of that book I started
before Italy. If you can guess the genre I won't throw poop at you. NAO COMMENT, DO IT!

(Also, I am LEGALLY acquiring Professor Layton 3 now. Shit COMPLETELY LEGALLY BUYING's taken almost 2 hours now <.<)