Nice. Really nice. My dad cleared all my waypoints on the global positioning system (GPS). What an asshole. Fuck him. I hate how completely inconsiderate he is. He was trying to ask me what something was on it. Once I realize what he did, I sure felt like helping him. Basically now my attitude is “Fuck you, you bought it. Figure it out, you inconsiderate bastard.” That REALLY pisses me off. Burn in hell, you piece of shit.
I got an entertaining e-mail from Molly, I guess we’re going to work on layout Sunday. I think Daniela was talking about doing something Sunday. And Jordan. I really wanted to say to Daniela after she told me her Eureka plan, “So…I take it you think that’s some kind of solution?” But I’m not her, so I can’t second-guess her decisions. As for Jordan, I think I’d be happy if I never talked to him again. It’s sad to say, but after weeks of someone just annoying you with every fiber of their being, it’s hard to like them. My wrist really hurts. This is going to be HELL to type this paper. Come to think of it, I’m probably going to have to cancel my layout appointment tomorrow if I don’t finish that fucking paper today. My mom called and bludgeoned me with banality. I was trying to do my hair, but it didn’t come out looking good. It never does. I put on some makeup, but that didn’t make me feel better either. Life sucks. Off to work on my paper.
I went and commented on Tawna and Amanda’s blogs, so like a loser I imagined there would be comments on mine, but no. I guess I’m not special enough. I put a strange one on Autumn’s blog, something to the effect of effect of “Fun Fun Silly Willy Ha Ha.” It entertained me. Today is profoundly boring. I watched the end of this movie called Pumpkin today, it was kind of sad. If only I could turn in my blog posts for my essay. At least it would be 200,000 words. I love that number. I’m getting close, I think the tally said it was around 185,000 last time I looked. Well, I should go. I want to drive around listening to Rammstein, but I have nowhere to go and can’t afford to waste gas. Or time. I need inspiration for my essay. It’s like pulling teeth. I’m not good with beginnings. I’m good with the middle stuff. Curses.
You want to know something really sad. I haven’t even started my research paper and it is due tomorrow. Damn procrastination. It gets me nowhere fast. I wish I could tell Audie to bugger off but she is my friend and doesn’t bother me all that much except for the fact that she needs to remove the monstrous stick from her butt. In regards to your not being special remark. I say blah! You are special because your my friend and I love you.