Gracious how appallingly abominable! I do believe I am rather, ah, "stressed out" as they seem to say.( 'Course I never understood the necessity of the "out" there. One is simply "stressed", no? But I digress...)
FINALS. Ick shmick. How crude. Yes, indeed, I think finals are crude. For those mysterious and normally quite likable teachers to require us to take things as awfully exhausting, terribly nerve-wracking, and, to top it all off- completely and utterly monotonous as finals, mon dieu!!! And then to expect us to sleep and eat and all those other... things no one cares about in the face of a threat to one's grade! Healthy?! Of course we're not going to be healthy!!! Are they absolutely insane?! TWENTY PERCENT of our final grade! TWENTY PERCENT!!! Well, I suppose I ought not to blame those lovable intellectual-type beings, as it is more than likely "The Authorities" I should really be cursing. Fuck the system!!! (You know I never understood what was wrong with being an anarchist...)
Anyway, besides the approaching finals, *shudder*, nothing much going in this corner of the world. Bridge and I like the same guy (curse you, dear) which is rather boring and cliche and UTTERLY IRRATATING!!! ...grrr...
Besides that, one of my other friends is still, ah, making out (among other things...) with too many guys- 'nuff said; my History teacher is "dissapointed in me" (which makes me quite sad because he's the coolest thing since that Winston chap); I kind of haven't done my homework in any of my classes for the last two weeks... er CRAP...; and I don't remember if I'm allowed to put an "and" after a semi-colon. Hm. Right, well, to top it all off, (and I don't fucking care if that's redundant!) the snow is here. I hate Minnesota snow. We don't get our disney winter wonderland 'till, like, halfway through January. Right now it's Grey with a capital G, and a weak excuse for snow scattered here and there. Hmph. Bah! Humbug.
Well, actually, to be completely honest I'm not really that grumpy today... In fact I'm quite normal. Normal as in bored, but with way too much stuff to do. You know the feeling.
Right. Well, I'll leave off now I suppose. I ought to go and practice that... noisy thing...
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