Well isn't this another lovely word from Hannah :O! Haha. I once again replaced gay song lyrics.
Why I hate Chapman sometimes:
Mild reasons:
- Not knowing what Clockwork Orange is but still using it as an example in a presentation but it doesn't really matter because only I understand the actual correlation.
- Not knowing who Frank Zappa is and refer to him in the same presentation.
Medium reasons:
- Doing an entire presentation on Bob Dylan and not really liking him.
- Not knowing ANY Bob Dylan songs that nearly everyone on earth would recognize.
Extremely irritating reasons:
- Limewire is "the fucking shit" and the edge of technology.
- The word "torrent" does not compute.
WHO ARE YOU FUCKING PEOPLE.
Chapman is fine. Irritating but fine. I feel like such a fucking nerd. Oh the real world, how you've hidden yourself from me.
I'm fine. Yeah. That's a word for it.
Finals are next week so I don't really have time to think. Being keeping spirits up much to my depression's dismay. I hate being stuck. It's frustrating. I tell myself I'm over it. I am.
All I have to do is tell myself I fell in love with someone that no longer (or never did) exist. It's just sad because it's almost like death. But it gets the job done.
Mild reasons:
- Not knowing what Clockwork Orange is but still using it as an example in a presentation but it doesn't really matter because only I understand the actual correlation.
- Not knowing who Frank Zappa is and refer to him in the same presentation.
Medium reasons:
- Doing an entire presentation on Bob Dylan and not really liking him.
- Not knowing ANY Bob Dylan songs that nearly everyone on earth would recognize.
Extremely irritating reasons:
- Limewire is "the fucking shit" and the edge of technology.
- The word "torrent" does not compute.
WHO ARE YOU FUCKING PEOPLE.
Chapman is fine. Irritating but fine. I feel like such a fucking nerd. Oh the real world, how you've hidden yourself from me.
I'm fine. Yeah. That's a word for it.
Finals are next week so I don't really have time to think. Being keeping spirits up much to my depression's dismay. I hate being stuck. It's frustrating. I tell myself I'm over it. I am.
All I have to do is tell myself I fell in love with someone that no longer (or never did) exist. It's just sad because it's almost like death. But it gets the job done.