if only a house could land on the third floor of the library

the wicked witch of the west incarnate is in my rare books class. she even resembles the photo i've insterted here (stolen from google images of course!) how can someone gain such pleasure from hurting or embassing others? i personally think she is lacking a soul. if i wasn't such a sissy who avoids confrontation i would ask her. hell, i still might. i have 45 more minutes of class to go so i think i may just muster some courage.

she never asks questions but rather "asks" questions that she already knows the answers too so that she can seem oh so smart or so she can mock the person up front if they don't know the exact answer. gimme a break lady. if you're so fucking smart and have worked in archives for so long and just know everything there is to know about everything then why the fuck are you still in school? huh? can't witches graduate?

i can't wait till her group does their presentation. i'm gonna look up what they're doing and try to have some question she doesn't have the answer to so i can demeen her in class just like she did to members of my group - including myself. if i can't think of anything maybe i'll just throw something at her. like a brick. or a bullet from a gun (shot not thrown). either way, i need a sabotage scheme for sure though. i need to get to work on that.

i'll get you my (inset ugly, wretched, awful human being here for pretty) and your little (insert pompous, fucking horrible attitude here for dog) too!