Okay, now I know that Mallomars are extremely efficient in making me hyper enough...
to write a fairy tale, but now that I'm done with the tale, I don't know how I'm going to get to sleep! I have class at 10, and it's 1:20 now, and I get outta class at 12:20, then go back to class 2-3, and then... Yea, I'm uber retarded and ranty. Sorry.
And I'm sorry that all I've been writing is whiny rants. You have to remember that A.)I like to dramatize the sorts of things that irritate me, and that B.) it's my journal so I don't know why I'm even writing this commentary, except to remind you that C.) I'm really not as whiny as I portray myself here. I go to an all women's college. I am exposed to whining 24/7, and writing in here is an attempt to purge myself of such, uh, estrogen-poisoning-induced negativity.
Holy mellow, Mallomar!
And I'm sorry that all I've been writing is whiny rants. You have to remember that A.)I like to dramatize the sorts of things that irritate me, and that B.) it's my journal so I don't know why I'm even writing this commentary, except to remind you that C.) I'm really not as whiny as I portray myself here. I go to an all women's college. I am exposed to whining 24/7, and writing in here is an attempt to purge myself of such, uh, estrogen-poisoning-induced negativity.
Holy mellow, Mallomar!