There's a conspiracy afoot, I KNOW there is....
Dear SHITHEAD who hit my poor little abused car at some point during today:
FUCK YOU. Learn how to get out of a parking spot, you asshole. Here's a hint: if you hit either of the cars next to you, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
Go to Hell,
The Hack
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Jesus. Fucking people, I swear.
Whatever. The Death Trap-mobile already has a gash in his back bumper, so it's not like this is the first dent in him. But I resent the fact that my car's been getting all fucked up lately. First the air filter debacle, then one of the spark plugs wasn't sparking or something with the rest of them (which caused Death Trap to do that jumpy-shaky thing that freaked me out so very badly), and now that the spark plug is okay, some fucktard dents the back door on the driver side all the way across.
What. The. Fuck.
On the bright side, I'm not Luis, or I'd have had congestive heart failure right there in the parking garage.
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In other not-so-great news, my hand cramped up on me during my Shakespeare final, so I couldn't finish writing. I mean, I got the gist of what I wanted to say down before it happened, but I didn't get to a page like I had with the others. : ( Annnnnnddddd, Christie and I both fucked up on one of the passage IDs; we both thought it was Tranio-as-Lucentio when it was actually Petruccio (The Taming of the Shrew). So we got the title of the play right....and that was it. -.-
The worst part is I was soooooo close to putting down Petruccio, but after I read the rest of the passage, I went, "Oh he definitely never brought a tutor--it's gotta be Tranio-as-Lucentio."
T_T
Stupid me, me stupid.
Meh. It's done. All I have is Myths on Thursday and this hellacious semester is over (except the part where I cry about my final grades and subject you all to that).
...my hand is gonna be so fuckin' sore tomorrow, though (why did all of the 3 finals I took today have me writing in copious quantities? I mean, Shakespeare I expected, but the other 2? Not so much. I wrote 5 papers between them over the course of the semester--what more do they want?)
And speaking of papers, I got my Paper 3 back from Prof Cocksucker...with an A.
Clearly, the man took one look at my name, said, "Oh, she can write," and gave me the A. That's the only explanation I can come up with for why that steaming pile of incoherent dog shit got such a good grade.
(Not that I am in any way complaining, you understand....)
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To Do List for Tomorrow:
- use my Borders coupon before the end of the day, upon which it then turns into a pumpkin becomes a bookmark
- call my Old High School about my rate of pay
- finally give you all your November 30th bobo story
- briefly relate my birthday events, because there were some funny bits, including the part where I left my cell at the restaurant but not really
- go with my mommy to pick up my Baby Gator, who comes home to stay until January 5th-ish (yay!!)
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I'm out.
FUCK YOU. Learn how to get out of a parking spot, you asshole. Here's a hint: if you hit either of the cars next to you, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
Go to Hell,
The Hack
* * *
Jesus. Fucking people, I swear.
Whatever. The Death Trap-mobile already has a gash in his back bumper, so it's not like this is the first dent in him. But I resent the fact that my car's been getting all fucked up lately. First the air filter debacle, then one of the spark plugs wasn't sparking or something with the rest of them (which caused Death Trap to do that jumpy-shaky thing that freaked me out so very badly), and now that the spark plug is okay, some fucktard dents the back door on the driver side all the way across.
What. The. Fuck.
On the bright side, I'm not Luis, or I'd have had congestive heart failure right there in the parking garage.
---
In other not-so-great news, my hand cramped up on me during my Shakespeare final, so I couldn't finish writing. I mean, I got the gist of what I wanted to say down before it happened, but I didn't get to a page like I had with the others. : ( Annnnnnddddd, Christie and I both fucked up on one of the passage IDs; we both thought it was Tranio-as-Lucentio when it was actually Petruccio (The Taming of the Shrew). So we got the title of the play right....and that was it. -.-
The worst part is I was soooooo close to putting down Petruccio, but after I read the rest of the passage, I went, "Oh he definitely never brought a tutor--it's gotta be Tranio-as-Lucentio."
T_T
Stupid me, me stupid.
Meh. It's done. All I have is Myths on Thursday and this hellacious semester is over (except the part where I cry about my final grades and subject you all to that).
...my hand is gonna be so fuckin' sore tomorrow, though (why did all of the 3 finals I took today have me writing in copious quantities? I mean, Shakespeare I expected, but the other 2? Not so much. I wrote 5 papers between them over the course of the semester--what more do they want?)
And speaking of papers, I got my Paper 3 back from Prof Cocksucker...with an A.
Clearly, the man took one look at my name, said, "Oh, she can write," and gave me the A. That's the only explanation I can come up with for why that steaming pile of incoherent dog shit got such a good grade.
(Not that I am in any way complaining, you understand....)
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To Do List for Tomorrow:
- use my Borders coupon before the end of the day, upon which it then turns into a pumpkin becomes a bookmark
- call my Old High School about my rate of pay
- finally give you all your November 30th bobo story
- briefly relate my birthday events, because there were some funny bits, including the part where I left my cell at the restaurant but not really
- go with my mommy to pick up my Baby Gator, who comes home to stay until January 5th-ish (yay!!)
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I'm out.