SO FRUSTRATED
July 25, 2009
It’s bad enough that summer school is taking up so much of time, but it’s even worse when I make time and go home expecting to have a fun weekend hanging out with people, only to be SICK ALL WEEKEND.
Seriously, I want to hit something right now. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh how did I even get sick?! It’s summer! Nobody is sick! Well okay, my dad is sick too but I was in Berkeley and he was home so it’s not like I got it from him or vice versa. SO LAME.
Well at least G kept me company on the phone for a while and I finally got some episodes of tv from C.
But stilllllllllllllllll I want to be out and about! Not stuck here in my room that smells like skunk because I left my window open and it smelled like skunk outside. Disgusting.
Hey it’s my half birthday! Cool, except not.
Okay okay okay I am going to go to sleep for a long long time and wake up feeling better!
Sneaky little fuck
February 19, 2009
I have a lot of pet peeves. At no other time is this more apparent than when I am taking a test, getting ready to take a test, after taking a test…yeah okay tests stress me out. But these things piss me off all the time anyway.
1. People who walk really slowly. Excuse me, but I’m trying to get my ass to class so I can take a fucking midterm.
2. Foot jigglers. It’s like having a miniature earthquake around you when you’re trying to integrate.
3. Cheaters. FUCK YOU. When time is up, you put down your fucking pencil and turn in your fucking test. You don’t turn to you neighbor and compare answers. You don’t keep working. You don’t blatantly copy answers off of people walking past you. Oh hey, I know you from high school and you probably fucking cheated your way into Berkeley and you’re still fucking cheating. Yeah, fuck you.
4. People who won’t stop talking about the test afterwards. It’s like retaking the test all over again. Just shut the fuck up.
5. Really arrogant people. “Yeah that was so easy. I’m pretty sure I got all of them.” GOOD FOR YOU.
#1 and 2 I can tolerate to some degree. I was in an okay mood until time was up and #3, 4, and 5 all started happening.
That was a lot of fucks in one paragraph.
