- Father Kifilo's taste in music. It goes in patterns of the worst country music I've ever heard, bad nu metal, bad techno, and completely random shit like barbershop quartet. I know he's a priest, but what the fuck?
- Father Kifilio's class. I didn't sign up to make a little box or make diagrams from how light to dark you can scribble with your pencil. I signed up to draw indians and cans of baked beans and he ruined everything. The only semi-cool thing I've done all year is draw a bunch of unrelated stuff that he put on a table. I chose a bowl of fruit, a headless manekin (which he probably has because he's a serial killer), and some leaves.
That's all, really. And yes, I'm still bitter about those indians. They had so much potential.
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