Goddamn. Yes, it's a season. Who the hell writes these? >:|

Yeah, we're totally not working. And I'm totally not going to English tomorrow. (Charity isn't either. Don't judge me! :O )

I guess it's time to do some German work...

Did I mention I hate English 300?

*air keyboards to opening of Baba O'Riley because I'm totally House, lol*

I know I just posted like an hour ago, but I have more rambly thoughts. Sorry. :P

Dear Douchemobile,

You've been making me feel really uncomfortable lately. You're just... I don't know. You don't treat me very well. You've been kind of condescending to me, which I don't like. You... act like you're in a position where you care (to some extent, at least) about my feelings, but you've demonstrated pretty clearly that you don't. And I can say that, because when I've asked you to not to do something, or tried to explain my view on something to you, I just get brushed off like my opinion doesn't count for anything. And uh, I don't even need to explain why I don't like that, do I? I feel kind of... taken advantage of, I think, in certain respects. And I'm not exactly hurt, at this point, just because I have no reason to believe you could have done better, you know? It's just kind of disappointing, I guess. Not that it really matters that much at this point, right? :\

Frustrated and frankly, sick of this nonsense,

Sparky

Why is it that every time I go to do laundry, there's stuff in the washer? Is it one of those rules of the universe deals? Should I blame Murphy and his aggravating law? :\