oh fawk.
MmmTillyandtheWall. Joe and Mar came down yesterday and we're going to DeKalb tomorrow (hooray cheap smokes!).
The point of this entry is RAGE, though. FUCKING RAGE.
GODDAMN MCENTER REGISTERED ME FOR THE WRONG FUCKING CLASS. So now I'm in Creative Non-Fiction which, gotta be honest, I have no interest in taking. I WANT TO TAKE ADVANCED WITH MICHELINE *stomps around like four year old or possibly Graham* and seriously, fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK. The one class I had pretty good interest in and NOW I'M NOT EVEN REGISTERED.
I'm thinking of giving up on LJ. Or something.
Mario's little brother: Man, that's gay!
Mario's mom: Ay! Shut up! Cuidate! *gives thumbs up to Mario*
hee hee hee. okay that's it.
The point of this entry is RAGE, though. FUCKING RAGE.
GODDAMN MCENTER REGISTERED ME FOR THE WRONG FUCKING CLASS. So now I'm in Creative Non-Fiction which, gotta be honest, I have no interest in taking. I WANT TO TAKE ADVANCED WITH MICHELINE *stomps around like four year old or possibly Graham* and seriously, fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK. The one class I had pretty good interest in and NOW I'M NOT EVEN REGISTERED.
I'm thinking of giving up on LJ. Or something.
Mario's little brother: Man, that's gay!
Mario's mom: Ay! Shut up! Cuidate! *gives thumbs up to Mario*
hee hee hee. okay that's it.