I'm actually in a good mood, it's just that my most prevalent traits are misanthropy and megalomania
I wish things would stop being stupid and difficult. Specifically AIM right now. I think the stupid university fucked with their firewall again. Assholes.
So I have this project due for 2D that I finished, but we're supposed to mat it. I bought mat board, but I don't know how to mat stuff. He never showed us. Whatever. He can deal with it.
GOD WHY ARE PEOPLE SO WEIRD?? My brain is going to explode right... now. BOOM. No more brain.
My English class got cancelled on Friday, which also means that I have more time to bullshit up a rough draft for another paper of which I don't know the topic yet.
That bastard prank caller guy called our room again at 6 in the morning. Next time, I swear, I'm going to ask him how he'd like it if I sliced off his appendages, forced him to eat them, and called him disgusting right before I slit his throat.
That's my ideal murder.
I should go eat. I wish I could be anorexic so I wouldn't have to continually force this shit down my throat. I swear it's like high school food, but slightly less shitty.
OH, I had this really weird dream last night that Linus from the Charlie Brown cartoons was trying to find out what life would be like if people didn't ask "what if..." all the time and he pulled out this giant cartoon book with a picture of a cartoon Whoopi Goldberg on the front of it and he opened it and looked behind the cover and said, "Are you in there Whoopi?" I was sort of aware that I was dreaming so I thought it was really fucked up and remembered it.
So I have this project due for 2D that I finished, but we're supposed to mat it. I bought mat board, but I don't know how to mat stuff. He never showed us. Whatever. He can deal with it.
GOD WHY ARE PEOPLE SO WEIRD?? My brain is going to explode right... now. BOOM. No more brain.
My English class got cancelled on Friday, which also means that I have more time to bullshit up a rough draft for another paper of which I don't know the topic yet.
That bastard prank caller guy called our room again at 6 in the morning. Next time, I swear, I'm going to ask him how he'd like it if I sliced off his appendages, forced him to eat them, and called him disgusting right before I slit his throat.
That's my ideal murder.
I should go eat. I wish I could be anorexic so I wouldn't have to continually force this shit down my throat. I swear it's like high school food, but slightly less shitty.
OH, I had this really weird dream last night that Linus from the Charlie Brown cartoons was trying to find out what life would be like if people didn't ask "what if..." all the time and he pulled out this giant cartoon book with a picture of a cartoon Whoopi Goldberg on the front of it and he opened it and looked behind the cover and said, "Are you in there Whoopi?" I was sort of aware that I was dreaming so I thought it was really fucked up and remembered it.