Shut Up.

I've lost my glasses case. I have my glasses with me, thank goodness, but my contact was in the glasses case. Damn Damn DAMN.

Pissy day. Bombed my feature. Granted i did the whole thing two hours before it was due but damn it that was a long two hours. I hate school and journalism, i really truly do. Stupid world.

I am so rethinking Mr. Wright. That's his name ironically enough. His last name in any event. Nothing happened except my bitch of a day and now i have lapsed into a funky mood and when that happens no one is safe from my wrath. But then again my wrath is vented in a blog and so no one actually ever feels the sting of said wrath so it makes it all redundant doesn't it? But he can stuff it with all that bullshit talk.

I feel like cursing. Like spitting. Like hitting a brick wall. With my head. I hate the world and everything in it. Stupid stupid world.

I have no where to live next semester as yet because of procrastination. Stupid life.

I hate my friends right now. All of them can eat rocks and fuckin die.

I am not PMS-ing. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me all of a sudden. I am just in a sour mood.

Stupid, stupid life.