All these weekends are the same

Another weekend, another 40 CDs added to my collection, and another retarded research paper.  This one was supposed to be done last weekend, so I didn’t have to worry about it this weekend.  Oh well.  Six pages of ancient artifact goodness, not to mention about eight art projects.  What’s worse, is someone took my lucky barret again.  I will have their hands for such vile trechery.  What a crappy unsunshining day.  I hate overcast.

I must prepare for next weekend.  Next weekend will be good.  Next weekend will be very good.  The best in fact.  Unfortunatly, I will have a take home final to write.  But who cares.  It won’t make next weekend not be the best.

And I’m still pissed off about the bookmark of my copy of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.  I hate stupid people.  Who would borrow one of your books and completly demolish the ribbon bookmark on it?  Worthless people.  That’s who.  Do you know how I feel about worthless people?  Bang.  Zoom.  Straight to the moon.  Then they can die of


and I wouldn’t have to worry about them again.

I also hate people who are in Florida right now.

And you, for reading this.

Minus a few people.


[ Current Mood | pessimistic ]
[ Current Music | I promise you, it’s not the kind of crap you listen to ]



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