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Peace... I hate the word, as I hate Hell and all Montigues:
I have made a conscious decision to post here more... because I used to not be able to go through a day without posting a blog and I feel [as psychological evidence proves] it helps clear my mind by venting whatev frustration I had at any certain time, make me less psycho, and generally feel all is right with the world when I'm finished posting here. And frankly it's amusing to read blogs after time has passed to see what I was grumbling about on that day.
This upcoming week is the last week of summer school. Thank God. If I had to endure anymore of this vexing class I just might become more unhinged and demented than I already am. Although this class [anatomy] does interest me, I am still quite bitter about the fact that I was 2% away from the grade required by my HIT program. So being bitter as I am this probably isn't the best circumstance to be taking a class. Anyway... we have two tests this week. One on reproductive system [lolz] and urinary system and our comprehensive final which is composed of 5-6 pages of matching in like size 6 font. [I KNOW!!!] I honestly feel like I have vertigo after I walk out of there.
On Thursday after I was off the clock at the grocery store, some sullen woman of 60+ years wasn't watching where the fuck she was walking and ran into me. She was like 'Watch where you're walking you fucking useless girl. Kids these days are so disrepctful and should be tought some manners.' and I smiled my smug little smile and retorted: 'If you're so displeased with the state of the world and today's 'kids' then perhaps I can suggest that you participate in a tradition that inuit people have been completing for generations... fall off the face of the earth and die. That way I don't have to deal with bitchy old ladies running into me and blaming me for her inablity to pay attention to her surroundings and you don't have to deal with the state of the world.' HUGE SMILE. ... was that the best way to handle the situation? Probably not but fuck that lady.
I was assessing my DVD collection yesterday. Very disappointing. I still have all the movies that were gifted to me that I neither watch nor can stand... for instance: all three American Pie movies. BARF King Arthur... which was given to me by my mother because she thought it would be good because Keira Knightley is in it, which did make it a little more bareable but not enough to prompt any reguard for this movie. Or movies I used to like but now I'm like WTF... I totally need to revamp my collection and get movies that I have currently been having urges to watch.
I was looking at my scrapbook this morning. It was pretty depressing. As Trent Reznor says in 'Something I Can Never Have', "...just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be" Good times.
I have made a conscious decision to post here more... because I used to not be able to go through a day without posting a blog and I feel [as psychological evidence proves] it helps clear my mind by venting whatev frustration I had at any certain time, make me less psycho, and generally feel all is right with the world when I'm finished posting here. And frankly it's amusing to read blogs after time has passed to see what I was grumbling about on that day.
This upcoming week is the last week of summer school. Thank God. If I had to endure anymore of this vexing class I just might become more unhinged and demented than I already am. Although this class [anatomy] does interest me, I am still quite bitter about the fact that I was 2% away from the grade required by my HIT program. So being bitter as I am this probably isn't the best circumstance to be taking a class. Anyway... we have two tests this week. One on reproductive system [lolz] and urinary system and our comprehensive final which is composed of 5-6 pages of matching in like size 6 font. [I KNOW!!!] I honestly feel like I have vertigo after I walk out of there.
On Thursday after I was off the clock at the grocery store, some sullen woman of 60+ years wasn't watching where the fuck she was walking and ran into me. She was like 'Watch where you're walking you fucking useless girl. Kids these days are so disrepctful and should be tought some manners.' and I smiled my smug little smile and retorted: 'If you're so displeased with the state of the world and today's 'kids' then perhaps I can suggest that you participate in a tradition that inuit people have been completing for generations... fall off the face of the earth and die. That way I don't have to deal with bitchy old ladies running into me and blaming me for her inablity to pay attention to her surroundings and you don't have to deal with the state of the world.' HUGE SMILE. ... was that the best way to handle the situation? Probably not but fuck that lady.
I was assessing my DVD collection yesterday. Very disappointing. I still have all the movies that were gifted to me that I neither watch nor can stand... for instance: all three American Pie movies. BARF King Arthur... which was given to me by my mother because she thought it would be good because Keira Knightley is in it, which did make it a little more bareable but not enough to prompt any reguard for this movie. Or movies I used to like but now I'm like WTF... I totally need to revamp my collection and get movies that I have currently been having urges to watch.
I was looking at my scrapbook this morning. It was pretty depressing. As Trent Reznor says in 'Something I Can Never Have', "...just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be" Good times.