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I swear to Fucking God
Christian is going to drive me off the wall, seriously, my mental health has taken a severe nose dive into insanity since he moved in. Oh yah acads, you remember all the shit ms. Hill said in freshman year about germans and their precise instruments and technology?
It's not true for C. Boy
In three or four days, he has managed to infect this wonderful computer with boundless quantities of spyware which I will have to spend hours cleaning up, and fuck up my less than 7 month old nice stero system, turning it from a powerhouse of sound and a temple of rock into a red light beeper.
I'm still not really sure how he did it, but considering I haven't touched it in a week or two because School is a fucking bitch, I'm sure he is at fault in some way, shape, or form. I am going to go fucking non-linear one of these days, I'm tired of him looking over my fucking shoulder at the computer screen no matter WHAT I am doing. ARGH, I was perfectly calm until about .5 hours ago. Plus, I don't get all this calculus shit; Mike is going to have to explain it to me, yet fucking again just so I don't get another 73 on my real calc test. Fuck, I should have done the corrections on my test. I'm doing my outline shell right now. For lunch tomorrow, they're going to be lucky if I cut the loaf of bread I'm bringing in, I'm tired of steve and devon's shitty piss-poor lunches. I didn't even know "manwiches" existed.
As you can tell, I'm fairly stressed right now, and am wishing I had taken a day off today like so many others in the Academy.
Christian is going to drive me off the wall, seriously, my mental health has taken a severe nose dive into insanity since he moved in. Oh yah acads, you remember all the shit ms. Hill said in freshman year about germans and their precise instruments and technology?
It's not true for C. Boy
In three or four days, he has managed to infect this wonderful computer with boundless quantities of spyware which I will have to spend hours cleaning up, and fuck up my less than 7 month old nice stero system, turning it from a powerhouse of sound and a temple of rock into a red light beeper.
I'm still not really sure how he did it, but considering I haven't touched it in a week or two because School is a fucking bitch, I'm sure he is at fault in some way, shape, or form. I am going to go fucking non-linear one of these days, I'm tired of him looking over my fucking shoulder at the computer screen no matter WHAT I am doing. ARGH, I was perfectly calm until about .5 hours ago. Plus, I don't get all this calculus shit; Mike is going to have to explain it to me, yet fucking again just so I don't get another 73 on my real calc test. Fuck, I should have done the corrections on my test. I'm doing my outline shell right now. For lunch tomorrow, they're going to be lucky if I cut the loaf of bread I'm bringing in, I'm tired of steve and devon's shitty piss-poor lunches. I didn't even know "manwiches" existed.
As you can tell, I'm fairly stressed right now, and am wishing I had taken a day off today like so many others in the Academy.