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yea...
things are okay at best.
i feel the twats are growing restless and i have no hope but to build up my courage and battle them in a war of well-chosen words.
community is a crock.
or maybe individuality is...
either way, something is wrong in denmark and i need to start drinking heavily again to replenish my rage-pool.
there will be xmas gifts for a few of you, but mind that i'm broke and that it will really only be a FEW of you.
kaballah is starting to piss me off. more like madonna is starting to piss me off, she just keeps popping up everywhere for some reason and she gives off a very prickish impression.
why did guy ritchie marry her? i mean, she's a terrible actress and i won't even see "breathless" just to laugh at it.
finals today, tomorrow, wednesday and thrusday. luckily, today's went okay and i believe i will keep my "A" in cinema.
there was an asshole in the elevator the other day. i was carrying 2 bags full to the brim with school books and a pretty hefty laundry basket to my room. Evan and i decided to take the elevator since it was convenient and one other kid came inside with us. he lives on the 7th floor, at least i know that much. now, i know i live on the second floor but fuck it, i felt like taking the elevator and i think its not too much of an uncouth idea if i get off on my floor. so this twat pushes seven and three for evan but wouldnt press two for me. "you're just gonna have to walk down" the donkey-faced little fuck says. here is where i disappoint myself... i said NOTHING. not until we got off the elevator did i say (in a loud voice) "what a cunt" to evan but that STILL doesnt make up for my lack of spine in that respect. i've been fuming about it ever since. i know i shouldnt because its not that big of a deal, but i should have done the right thing and told him off like i do pretty much everyone around here. if i hadnt put the cunt comment in at the last second i would have lost all credibility with myself and thats just no good for business. god damn...
i need a fucking hobby.
things are okay at best.
i feel the twats are growing restless and i have no hope but to build up my courage and battle them in a war of well-chosen words.
community is a crock.
or maybe individuality is...
either way, something is wrong in denmark and i need to start drinking heavily again to replenish my rage-pool.
there will be xmas gifts for a few of you, but mind that i'm broke and that it will really only be a FEW of you.
kaballah is starting to piss me off. more like madonna is starting to piss me off, she just keeps popping up everywhere for some reason and she gives off a very prickish impression.
why did guy ritchie marry her? i mean, she's a terrible actress and i won't even see "breathless" just to laugh at it.
finals today, tomorrow, wednesday and thrusday. luckily, today's went okay and i believe i will keep my "A" in cinema.
there was an asshole in the elevator the other day. i was carrying 2 bags full to the brim with school books and a pretty hefty laundry basket to my room. Evan and i decided to take the elevator since it was convenient and one other kid came inside with us. he lives on the 7th floor, at least i know that much. now, i know i live on the second floor but fuck it, i felt like taking the elevator and i think its not too much of an uncouth idea if i get off on my floor. so this twat pushes seven and three for evan but wouldnt press two for me. "you're just gonna have to walk down" the donkey-faced little fuck says. here is where i disappoint myself... i said NOTHING. not until we got off the elevator did i say (in a loud voice) "what a cunt" to evan but that STILL doesnt make up for my lack of spine in that respect. i've been fuming about it ever since. i know i shouldnt because its not that big of a deal, but i should have done the right thing and told him off like i do pretty much everyone around here. if i hadnt put the cunt comment in at the last second i would have lost all credibility with myself and thats just no good for business. god damn...
i need a fucking hobby.