Out of around 90 veterans, this one was the sexiest:

Don’t you wish you had a time machine?

I’m in such a mad mood and now I have to do letters, which is a pain in the ass even when I’m in a good mood. I really want to say “fuck it” and just leave. But I need to go into the batcave (the photo room) and scan veterans crap until 5:30, when Molly’s free. And I want Amanda and Naiya to leave the Drift office. They have no reason to be in there. They’re not doing anything on the paper, that’s for damn sure. I really just want to go into the photo room and cloister myself away from all the stupids around here. I really need to go and drop art. I’m doing really well in all my other classes, so I don’t think it will look too bad on my transcript to see three A’s and a W. I’ll drop it tomorrow after English. I think I’ll type three letters and then if they’re still in the photo room I’ll leave and go drop art. Actually, I don’t want to be at the college. I guess I’ll just blog until they’re done in the photo room. I really don’t care.

Why do I even bother trying to help? I just don’t give a fuck any more. I’m so pissed.

I just wrote the meanest post I have ever written, but I’m not going to post it. I really should, but I don’t feel like it’s right. I will yet again give Amanda another chance to fuck me over and be rude to me.

And Mike is saying that he doesn’t like my photo. Burn in fucking hell. He says that there aren’t any people in the shot (oh no!). If there were people in the shot, then he would have been pissed off that I didn’t get their names. I don’t talk to people. I’m not a fucking reporter. Not for fucking $7 an hour I’m not a reporter. You know, fuck him. I went out of my way to help out when they were in a jam to get those photos and now he’s not going to use them? Why do I fucking waste my time? This is turning into a shitter than shitty day. I’m dropping art, there’s no way for me to pass it without the book. It was a bad decision not to buy the book, but I thought I could count on my friend Amanda to let me read the chapters. But I guess I was wrong to trust that Amanda would be a good friend to me. I’m just in an uber-shitty mood today. But at least I have a layout session with Molly later today. I’m sure that will be fun. God this day sucks. I just hate everyone. Except for my friends. And that does not include Amanda. Ever again. What she said to me today was the last straw. I will either post the mean post or I’ll clean it up and post what happened today in art. Anyway, I’ve got to finish my work and get the fuck out of here. All I have to really do are FYI and Letters.

Guess what. Mike just handed me the paper with the mistyped letter and he’s all “You need to call this guy and just tell him that you mistyped it.” and all this bullshit. Fuck him. I guess it was my fault, but still. Machine gun, shotgun, who fucking cares? I most certainly don’t. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of doing it while he’s here. I’m wating until the asshole goes to lunch. Oh yeah, he brought a lunch today. Well I’m going to wait until he leaves. I hate this place.