Diving Mystery in Love
I'm still all pissed off. I hate busywork. I really, really do. It's an insult. "Well, we can't be bothered to actually give you a real assignment, so have this bullshit that I'm just going to toss in the trash after you do it anyway." And the actual homework isn't even as long as it! I swear to god, I'm just going to bitch throughout the whole two pages and goddammit, Mezzacappa will FUCKING LIKE IT.
Ice cream with chocolate isn't even making me happier. >:(
I also hate labs that are ill-conceived and thus do not work. I hate that my truck barely ever starts. I hate that my father thinks he has a right to tell me what to do with my relationship of 2.25 years. I hate that they have to rip things up at Cheyenne and Lamb and generally make driving home from school a very large slice of hell. I hate that I may or may not have enough time to do everything I need to do, and this possible fact is stressing me out so that I will be more likely to just waste my time away instead.
I feel generally very homicidal right now and I don't think there is a damn thing to be done about it.
Ice cream with chocolate isn't even making me happier. >:(
I also hate labs that are ill-conceived and thus do not work. I hate that my truck barely ever starts. I hate that my father thinks he has a right to tell me what to do with my relationship of 2.25 years. I hate that they have to rip things up at Cheyenne and Lamb and generally make driving home from school a very large slice of hell. I hate that I may or may not have enough time to do everything I need to do, and this possible fact is stressing me out so that I will be more likely to just waste my time away instead.
I feel generally very homicidal right now and I don't think there is a damn thing to be done about it.