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So, I'm outside right now-- which is ten times more relaxing than the common area... Out here, I don't have to deal with that incredibly annoying gaggle of girls playing pool downstairs.

Why do people have be so loud? I'm serious, every time one of them sinks a shot, they all burst out in: KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!!!!!!!! ...and when they miss? AWHAWAAHHHHHAWWWWWAHHHHHAAHHH!!!!!! -- So, every fucking shot, they're making an overly irritating noise. It's pretty much taking everything I have to not go down there with a baseball bat and start destroying faces.

I'm fucking violent when I'm angry.

Anyway, today was pretty fucking lame. You know those days. The ones where your alarm clock goes off way too early, you can't quite get the shower at the right temperature, and, to add insult to injury, you get god damn soap in your eye.

Oh, what a beautiful morning.

And then of course, when I get out of the shower, I find that my bag is missing. It's probably been gone all god damn weekend. Best case scenario is that I left it at school... then I can just go pick it up next time I'm at that campus. Worst case is that I left it in the common area on Friday after Justin left, and somebody swiped it. That would suck balls-- Not because there was anything completely irreplaceable in it... but, that was a really nice bag. I liked it a lot. Oh, and thinking about it, my readings for adaptation class were in there. Yeah, I'm really hoping I can get that back.

Auteur Theory with Paul was a good class as usual. It felt a little long, but hey, I'm not complaining.

Then I had to stop at the bank, and wait in line for a good half hour... and get yelled at by a pregnant lady, who insisted on telling me very angrily that she was going to sit down, and that I shouldn't steal her place. (...I wouldn't have anyway, but, okay lady!!)

Then, I had a few mishaps back at home... And like I said, I've been having to deal with the fucking gaggle of giggling cunts all afternoon... Yes, I realize that there are many many worse things going on in the world, and a few inconveniences are nothing to be complaining about... But, fuck you, it's my blog-- I'll write what I want.

I think I'm going to go upstairs and finish watching 'Spellbound' -- that documentary about kids in some spelling bee, or whatever. I'm about eighteen minutes in, and already want to punch the fucking kids in the face. People have been raving about it.. so, maybe I'll see what the fuck they're talking about. If not, at least I'll have a funny entry to scribble out tonight.