Let the wrong begin

It is cold at school today. I'm in a piss poor mood and I managed to forget my cell phone at home so I can't find out if anyone wants to meet me for lunch. I may wander over there anyhow. Or maybe I won't. I'm not sure I'm fit to be near people and not scream at them. My stomach is one giant pit of acid so I suppose I should find something that resembles food and put it in but not really in a self-productive, feeding myself mood. Can't seem to shake my bad mood. Got pissed off last night about a myriad of things. Had horrible bad dreams after finally crashing. Maybe I'll nap in my car some more. Car naps are often quite nice. I really want some hard cider but cops frown on you drinking such things on campus out in the open. Too bad killing people is illegal.

Started my first batch of my Harmony Dr sourdough this morning with the different kneading technique used. I think I'm fond of both. Almost strangled Quinn when I got up to check on my bread and found her sitting on it. Grrrr. The bread was fine (it had been covered) except a huge foot print in it which left me less then pleased. I'll bake it when I get home. I like sourdough and it's never ending rising period. The dough was wet and quite lovely. I need some different flours to continue my experiments.

Damnit I really need my cell phone. Shit i wonder if I have enough time to wander home and fetch it before class?

I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.
I will not get annoyed.


FUCK IT I'M ANNOYED!

*hits a wall* That's it I'm pissed. It isn't my fault and yet and yet it feels like being blamed for it. Well fuck you all if you can't take a flipping joke. Fuck you if you can't be an adult and be grown up enough to take responsibility for your own crap. And fuck me for still fucking caring about any of you fucking whore asshole need-to-be-raped bitch cunt walrus boob-munching fart-snorters.

Were you shot out of the crotch this stupid or did your mother rape you that way? I hate you and you and you and fuck that I'm definitely going to go kill a deer or something because why not? Afterward maybe I'll just stop talking with the deer because you know that's mature. Oh wait Seo you realize none of this is making any sense right? Will yes Seo I totally see that and don't actually care. When I begin caring again I will send out a memo entitled "Kiss my fat black ass you retarded walnut-humping, taint-sniffing, vomit-swimming, destitute".

I'm going to throw a tantrum and make alot of noise and I shouldn't be writing this. *whispers* You should show you care it lets them win. WELL WHOOPDIE DOO YOU FUCKING WIN. Hope you are having a good time.

And no brain I don't care if i wrote one of these about a week ago. I can be pissed off as much as I please. Do you hear that world! I'm going to be pissy and bitchy and whiny and then I'm going to pee on your face you drooling pustule. *smiles* And after I'm done abusing you the real fun begins. I'm going to get creative. I'm often very bored and when I'm bored I daydream and since I'm not too sane let's take a wild guess what my dreams are like hmmmm? Let's just sit here for a few minutes and picture what kind of things put a smile on Seo's face......... scared yet? You should be you rat-faced, cum-guzzling, retarded pig fucker. You should be.

With that happy thought and a smile on my face I believe it is time for bed.

I'm kinda bored and tired. Justing kind of wandering around campus. I just walked around campus in a big circle chain smoking cloves and chattering with Shal on the phone for like an hour an a half. Other then the whole clove bit not a bad way to burn time. Plus there is the whole getting to watch people in their costumes.

I'm getting a bit tired though. Didn't sleep well last night and what little I did sleep wasn't restful. But I'm not really in the mood to go home yet. Maybe later. I hope the kids had a good time Trick-or-treating. They were so looking forward to it.

Never mind I'm not depressed anymore I'm angry.

I'm so angry I can't even trust myself to speak or bad things are going to happen.

There are times where I just can't even deal with how far people have their heads up their own asses.