March
It seems to be that time of year again. The time of year when
a) everybody hates school
b) just about everybody is sick
c) every little thing that your roommate who is moving out (thank God) does is annoying.
Although Lenny says "a...b...c...I don't care" I think these are the top three things on my mind right now. I don't want to do the six essays I have to do, I don't want to sniffle my way through classes and constantly be searching for kleenex anymore, and I want Amy to stop playing her stupid music, using our phone and just plain being retarded.
I think I live my life in this constant state of irritation. I always have one reason or another to be irritated. However irritated I might be though, I'm still able to be pretty ambivalent to most of the things that go on around me.
What do I care about? Not much. I'm tired of pretending like I care about things that I couldn't give a shit about.
March. Blech. There's a lot of months that need to be cut out of the calendar. March and November go first. I don't need them at all. If we get rid of December, we get rid of Christmas. So long Santa. But hey, more milk and cookies for me. Quite frankly, I'd like to see them all go except for May, June, July, August and October.
Done and done. *stamps computer*
a) everybody hates school
b) just about everybody is sick
c) every little thing that your roommate who is moving out (thank God) does is annoying.
Although Lenny says "a...b...c...I don't care" I think these are the top three things on my mind right now. I don't want to do the six essays I have to do, I don't want to sniffle my way through classes and constantly be searching for kleenex anymore, and I want Amy to stop playing her stupid music, using our phone and just plain being retarded.
I think I live my life in this constant state of irritation. I always have one reason or another to be irritated. However irritated I might be though, I'm still able to be pretty ambivalent to most of the things that go on around me.
What do I care about? Not much. I'm tired of pretending like I care about things that I couldn't give a shit about.
March. Blech. There's a lot of months that need to be cut out of the calendar. March and November go first. I don't need them at all. If we get rid of December, we get rid of Christmas. So long Santa. But hey, more milk and cookies for me. Quite frankly, I'd like to see them all go except for May, June, July, August and October.
Done and done. *stamps computer*