Welcome to the Bip Report.
"Only Fang"
The Bip Report will be pretty much all Fang until I beat his ass. Then I'll report the beat down. Then it will be back to normal.
"Fang's Lip"
Well, after I wrote the Bip Report yesterday, I almost had to do a little earlier ass kicking of Fang. We got into a heated argument, of which I won. However, I was extremely pissed off at the end, and it resulted in my total obsession with kickng Fang's ass for the whole of today. Here's the Story.
"The Story"
Cody came in, and he was talking to Fang. Basically, we were laughing at him, without him knowing. Fang got into telling stories about himself. He was griping about the dumbest things ever. Here are his complaints.
1) Berkeley should give you A's just for coming to class.
2) You should be allowed to cheat on tests.
3) Berkeley is a bad school since it doesn't inflate grades.
4) Since I pay tuition, I should be given A's.
5) You should be able to manipulate the system so as to improve grades.
Never in all of Fang's complaining about his grades did he mention that he might be doing so bad because he is an idiot, he only got in because he cheated all throughout high school, he is the laziest piece of s--- ever, and he doesn't study. Oh yeah, and he smokes pot and drinks on school nights. Me and Cody pretty much mocked his stupid beliefs.
Then this guy, Brian, came in and Cody left. Fang started talking about his past in Utah. He is the biggest asshole in the world. This is some of the activities he engaged in at high school.
1) Broke into someone's newly purchased house, before the guy moved in. Broke through a window, trashed the house, and spray painted the walls.
2) Popped random people's tires during the dead of winter, with snow several feet high.
3) Sold drugs to freshmen, and junior school students.
4) Stole things from 8th to 11th grade, stopping only at 11th grade because he was arrested.
I was furious. You f---ing asshole. If you enjoy doing dick things to other people, I will f--- you up like hell. I don't care about anything now. The gloves are off, and I will do all sorts of dick as hell things to him, to destroy him on all levels. If I can get him kicked out of Berkeley, I will be happy. If I can f--- up his education, I will be happy. I will destroy his life.
"And the Last Straw"
After hearing Fang continue about this crap, I decided to sleep already. Fang then started talking about singing. He was in his choir in high school. I conclude that it must have been a s---y choir. Nonetheless, he said he was placed next to the best singer. So during practice, he was always pointed out for screwing up. He complained that this was not fair. I say, if you were good, you wouldn't screw up. He started complaining about another stupid thing. I said, "Fang, I find that all of your complaints are about things that normally occur." To which Fang says, "Shut up! I'm not talking to you!"
I think, "What?! What did you just say?" I say, "Fang. I don't want to hear any more lip from you, do you understand?"
"Aw, f--- you man!"
OH S---! I am pissed. I get off my bed, and get in his face. "Fang. I DO NOT want to hear this s--- from you anymore. UNDERSTAND?"
"I don't want to hear your lip!"
You f---ing piece of s---. I had half a mind to lay him out right then and there. "I am tired of all your s--- Fang. I don't want to hear you talk anymore. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"I'm tired out your s---! I'm tired of you blasting your music and disrupting my studying. I'm tired of your friends coming into our tiny room, and putting all their stuff in here!"
You idiot. First of all, with the exception of yesterday, I always ask if he wants me to turn off the radio, to which he responds, "No, I like it on." But I don't address that point, and choose to go for the second point. "Fang. The only time my friends put things in this room was when Scott and James came. Their stuff was here for one or two hours at most in the corner. You weren't even here half that time. And my friends come in here maybe once every two weeks. We stay for about ten minutes, and leave."
Fang looks defeated. He manages to stutter out, "Well that's good that you're keeping your friends under control."
Under control? What the f--- is that supposed to mean? Anyway, at this point, he has lost the argument. I have disproved him like hell.
Fang says, "Okay, fine, we're even then. Okay? I do my thing, you do your thing."
Ijust stare at him, choke pissed like.
"Fine, it's over, okay?" he says.
"No Fang. It is far from over." Thinking you just wait for Dec.9, bitch.
"I go to climb my bed. "Just remember, I'm in charge," Fang says.
F---! You will f---ing die for that comment. I will f---ing teach you a lesson you will not soon forget. But not now. Now is time to sleep. Your time to die will come later on. I say, "No Fang. That's were you're wrong." I kind of smile evilly at him, and go to bed.
He will die.
"Logistics Problems"
I might have to push the beating forward. I have a final Dec. 10, so I don't want to be kicking his ass the night before. I know Fang's final is on Dec.9 from 9-11. I think it would be most righteous if I kicked his ass on Dec.8, and prevented him from studying for the test. This would be part of killing him on many levels.
"The Plan"
So along with yesterday's things, I have some new additions. Rope will be replaced with duct tape, and I will add the shaving of eyebrows. I'm going for a hairless look on him. I plan to humiliate him, moreso than beat him. If he fights back more, I will beat him more. The beating will be used to incapacitate him, so I can tape him up. Once he is duct taped, maybe I will beat him. At that point, I will let the creative juices flow, and what happens happens.
"My Condition"
I have never hated anyone this much before. I am slowly going insane. I was totally obsessed with beating Fang today. I coudn't function properly in school. Right now, I am choke tense writing about this. I am sure I am having high blood pressure. For now, Fang's presence is working me, because he pisses me off so much. Fang's best defense is to make me have a heart attack before I beat him. This may happen. I am extremely tense. I have trouble sleeping now. My stomach is churning and frickin burning. I must relax somehow. This is not a joke. I am mad at Fang, and he will feel my rage.
Okay. Until next time, diamonds are forever, and so is Fang's beat down.
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