Posts tagged with "vent"

Hoodie Mood

Fuck bad day. This is going to be a bad fuck­ing week. The only sav­ing grace is that I can come home and hang out with Trolley every day.

Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because of lack of sleep. I can’t think straight, I can’t con­cen­trate, I can’t remem­ber things, I can’t do shit. Can’t get my fuck­ing freez­er moved. It’s rain­ing and I just washed these pants. Remembered my dry­wall put­ty in my 16th floor room when I stepped out­side on the cement. Couldn’t find pics for a post on the drool mate­r­i­al over at Tristan. Where did my red­head of choice in the pin-striped suit go? Have to com­plete­ly clean the old apart­ment after work. It’s time for some In Utero. I could real­ly go for some super sweet, super creamy, real cof­fee right now.

It’s a hood­ie day. An over­sized BR hood­ie day.

They Call Me A Grammar Nazi

I hate it when peo­ple use con­junc­tions in the wrong place. In my account­ing class out­line, for exam­ple, is the line, “Typewritten work will only be accept­ed”. I know what they’re try­ing to say, but instead, they make it very clear that the mark­ers must accept any type­writ­ten work. It makes me want to smear shit all over my beau­ti­ful­ly type­writ­ten assign­ment, just to piss them off.

The Problem With Freshman Classes

I feel old.

I’m forced to sit in class for hours, lis­ten­ing to the pal­try con­ver­sa­tions of the peo­ple around me. I under­stand that not every­one talks about some­thing intel­lec­tu­al every sec­ond of the day, but most of these con­ver­sa­tions are beyond stu­pid. What I hate most are the peo­ple who ask the prof ques­tions, and then say, “That does­n’t make any sense”. Yes, it does make sense. You just don’t under­stand, you fuck­ing idiot. Why are so many peo­ple so mega­lo­ma­ni­a­cal as to assume that they’re smart and able to com­pre­hend any­thing?

Cause You're Not Right

I hate it when peo­ple tell me what I should be like, espe­cial­ly if the per­son thinks they have the right to say some­thing just because they’re old­er than me. No I don’t need a bet­ter sense of direc­tion, no I don’t know what that word defen­es­trate is, no I don’t care who won the Battle of Antietam. I spend enough ener­gy try­ing to improve myself in ways which I deem are impor­tant now or in the future, I don’t need some­one else telling me to improve myself in ways they think are impor­tant. Unless I have a sol­id, well found­ed respect for some­one, I don’t give a fuck what they think peo­ple should be like.