Bitch Session
So this past week has been tantamount to having needle-nose pliers inserted into your piss hole and slowly pulled apart. Painful. On Sunday, as you might have heard, I got into a heated argument with some guy in the bathroom at the Leafe. Said douchebag provoked me beyond belligerence by fag-bashing the fuck out of me, saying I'm going to hell, etc. I'm already in hell, that shouldn't have phased me (not to mention I'm agnostic), but being inebriated I was seething with anger by the time words had been exchanged. The guy leaves the bathroom, and I'm standing in the stall closest to the wall, and am overwhelmed by the urge to transfer my anger on an inanimate object. There lies the toilet. I punch the basin, and to my surprise I broke the damn thing into like twenty pieces. Fuck. Banned from the Leafe. Payment of damages pending.
Dean Gilbert has mandated that I go to this substance abuse counseling (warranted, I realize, especially if you just read the above), but has "conveniently" set up an appointment for tomorrow (Thursday morning) at 10 AM, during one of my classes when I was supposed to make up a midterm. Academics are second tier. Fuck this school. I'm tired of people telling me to stop fucking up, because I'm going to do it anyway, so just stay the fuck out and mind your own goddamn business. If it directly concerns you, then fine, but otherwise, butt out. I've lost a lot of faith in humanity, and some friends, because of experiences at this atypical bullshit college. Oh well. Live, but I'm not gonna learn. It's not my style, sorry. Learning wouldn't be fitting with the general sentiment of "the College" anyway.
Dean Gilbert has mandated that I go to this substance abuse counseling (warranted, I realize, especially if you just read the above), but has "conveniently" set up an appointment for tomorrow (Thursday morning) at 10 AM, during one of my classes when I was supposed to make up a midterm. Academics are second tier. Fuck this school. I'm tired of people telling me to stop fucking up, because I'm going to do it anyway, so just stay the fuck out and mind your own goddamn business. If it directly concerns you, then fine, but otherwise, butt out. I've lost a lot of faith in humanity, and some friends, because of experiences at this atypical bullshit college. Oh well. Live, but I'm not gonna learn. It's not my style, sorry. Learning wouldn't be fitting with the general sentiment of "the College" anyway.