Nothing on this world will drive me quicker through the five stages of psychosis and straight into blind and unwavering rage than feeling the same pounding bass line reverberate through my very core, over and over and over again, while I'm trying to get work done ( Read more... )

Who said we shouldn't go to London?

There were actual plans to blow up bunches of US-bound planes leaving the UK. Really. Like, real, big-time plans. And like, soon.That would be me ( Read more... )

Add this to my list of annoyances hatreds:

A group of sorority girls coming into your nice little study corner where you're actually getting stuff done, physically moving their table six feet closer to your desk (for reasons completely unknown), and then proceeding to whisper candidly amongst themselves for eleventy million hours. Whispers, if you ( Read more... )

Here is a list of things that I have heard or been told throughout the day ( Read more... )

Wow, shitty end to a shitty week. Shitty choices, shitty consequences, PMS, constant Christmas stress, bad weather, turned down for every job I applied for, have nothing to do, and then I manage to just... I don't even know, and I completely miss the Christmas party at Kris's, waste a whole day, and still have a White Elephant gift sitting on my ( Read more... )

Wow, it must take a certain amount of skill to get kicked out of two rooms for speaking within 30 seconds' time. Shows me to leave my room, I guess.

God, I love when I am utterly and completely ignored. Honestly, how damn rude. I swear to God, I walk in the house, say hi, make a friendly comment about the maids coming, walk into the kitchen, look in the fridge, grab a glass, get some water, shuffle in my backpack, and go up to my room without them even taking a pause in their conversation to ( Read more... )

Well, not really. But stuff happened this weekend, and that + day = long ( Read more... )

I couldn't help myself. After a 3 hour board meeting (consisting of about 7 minutes dedicated to the issue of graduation) and posing for the Argus in lime-green shirt, I decided to tell Jeremy Lyon how I feel. Hopefully... I was at least a little eloquent. Hopefully... he'll actually read it. =/

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Yeah, so, moral of the story is: don't trust dumb whore bankers ( Read more... )