People are such a waste of space.
I hate that whenever I'm looking forward to something, some selfish fuck has to come along and ruin it. No, it's not who you think, and this has absolutely nothing to do with Warped. It has to do with someone completely separate and from the other end of the spectrum.
I'm dreading class tomorrow. Shane is really getting on my nerves. "Oh, I miss my girlfriend! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!" Uh, Shane? If you loved her, you wouldn't have committed statutory rape and almost gotten her pregnant. Hard to believe but true. I'm thinking about moving seats because he just won't shutup about this stupid fifteen year old girl. Something similar to, "Gee, Anessa. That sounds a lot like you!" may be going through your head at the moment, but I've been working on keeping my mouth shut about, well, everything. All I've said is, "Hello. I'm fine, thanks" before turning to Dr. Keiser. Completely irrelevant, I know. Honestly, I hope he dies.
The cat has a bell around his neck. He absolutely hates it.
I would like to curl up into a very small ball and sleep for a very long time. Probably just hormones. Hah. It's going to be good to get out of the house tomorrow. I'm just slightly worried that I'm going to have one of my damn crying things. I'm sure that would just make him hate hanging out with me even more.