(no subject)
If fucking trillian disconnects me one more fucking time this whole fucking system is going out the window. If I hear the name wind in the willows from anyone their life is forfeit and if I ever have to drive by WPI again on my way back to Fall River from my doctor in Worcester someone will die. I'm sick of theatre, I'm sick of people who do theatre because it's cool, and don't know shit about theatre, I'm sick of people who are theatre posers, and I'm sick of directors who don't realize that students usually have more than one class. That being said if you talk to me in the next week or so don't expect me to be cordial or polite, because it's just not going to happen. I'm more than willing to share my feelings without the normal sensors in place. Now I'm off to bed and if the cat jumps on my face at 6:05 today he's going out the window.
Cheers!
Cheers!