There Are No Words

Time = 11:02PM

Mood = ...fucking hell.

Music = Take a Bow by Muse

What I SHOULD be doing = working on this fucking essay....

Random fact about me = There are some things that I just don't find funny. And I hate when people judge me for it.


Oh what a lovely day it is. Not. Midterms should be banned. I wonder how many kids drop school after them. This is my second time around, and I still think they're hell on earth. I've just spent the last 6 hours working on a paper that's due tomorrow. It needs at least 2000 words, and I only have 800. While that's not so huge, the fact that my day SUCKED didn't really help that at all. Really. It sucked.

I had to get out of bed, to start. And then I had an awesome class that I absolutely love. Highlight of my day. Downside? Ms. Annoying decides to text me in the middle of my class, and though my phone is on vibrate, it's during the most SILENT moment in class, and everybody stares at me. I should have known that nothing good was going to come out of this day.

Okay. I lied. There was SOME good, in this day. I did well on the midterm that I had today, was able to talk to my sister about her wedding, saw a couple of friends that always make me smile, that kind of thing. If it wasn't for that, I would not be in the stable mood I am now (and I use the phrase stable lightly.)

Fucking hell, even writing this, my computer keeps freezing every five seconds and losing half the sentence so I have to retype it. I blogged earlier today, that was just the beginning. That friend kept stalking me all day sending me stupid texts that I don't give a rats ass about, messaging me whenever I came online... I was so sick of her, when bulemic friend comes up to me and asks me where annoying friend is. LIKE I KNOW WHERE THE HELL SHE IS! Because that's how often she's around me. Isn't that great? Then, bulemic friend goes on to spill her current issues to me without stopping despite the fact that I tell her that I'm writing a paper.

And this part, I will admit, is my fault, because I don't have the guts to tell her to shut the fuck up and let me do my paper. So then she leaves after stuffing her face, and belatedly, I realize she's probably purging, which I think is totally ridiculous, because she annoys the fuck out of me, talking about how fat she is when I don't think I would ever have the capacity to look like her. She always complains about people who are attention whores, but really, the only reason she notices is because she's a fucking attention whore herself. I mean, there are aspects of her that I like, I just hate how she never does anything to fix her life, and expects me to fix it for her. Story. Of. My. Fucking. Life.

So then, after interruption after interruption, I am so exhausted that I'm actually worried that I'm going to pass out. Like I was dizzy. So I get up to go to the washroom, and while I'm standing in the bathroom, washing my hands, some bitch walks into me, WHEN THERE WAS LOTS OF FUCKING ROOM AROUND ME and my bag fucking breaks, spilling my laptop, my textbooks, notebooks, and pens all over the floor. This bitch turns around, loooks at me, KNOWS SHE'S FUCKING BROKE MY BAG, and walks away without so much as an apology.

I mean WHAT THE HELL?! If the bitch had just apologized, I would have told her it was fine, and meant it. But what the fuck was that? She was so fucking rude. She could have even helped me to pick up my stuff. But noo, she left me there with all my stuff all over the floor and goes off laughing with her friends. I hope her computer eats one of her midterm papers.

So then I have to walk all the way back to my building with a broken bag, which is, by the way, about a 7 minute walk. Then, I have to juggle said broken bag to open the doors, while two girls, who know me, sit there staring. Then, once I am inside, they ask me to do them a favor. Me! The one with the BROKEN BAG, struggling to carry the multiple textbooks and laptop! To do them, lazy asses, a FAVOR! I said no and took the elevator upstairs.

I turned on my computer to have a nice peaceful respite online, when Annoying Friend decides to message me incessantly about some random friend who hates an author she loves. GASP THAT COMPLETES MY LIFE, THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THAT ENTIRELY USELESS DETAIL.

And then Caustic Friend (she's new, you don't know her yet) attacks me on facebook. Now, I bitched Caustic Friend out a little while back for because a selfish bitch and always talking about herself and her problems, and ignoring me, and she apologized, so I was hoping that it might be better. She even asks me what I'm planning on doing (I.E. pursue my dream of being a Music Producer, or stay in univerisity majoring in something I'm good at but don't love [btw, I'm PLANNING to be a music major, I'm a modern languages major at the moment.]) I tell her I'm gonna finish the semester out here, and she's like "Good". And goes on to tell me how pursuing Producing would cost me too much money. And I'm thinking, I already have over 11,000 dollars in loans, a little extra money isn't a big deal. Besides, I'm not a coward like you, and actually intend to pursue my dreams while I'm young, and before I become a crusty old cat lady.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Maybe I should just go to bed before.... Damnit. Who the fuck orders somebody to go to bed just because they are? Yay, let's make Dragonista's day a little worse, shall we? Really. I SHOULD FLEE to bed before somebody decides to try and make my day even worse.

.....There are no salutations I can bring out at this point.