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Jan. 15th, 2012 11:05 pmA week into term two, and I'm just DREADING classes.
And its not the workload. That's fine. ITS THE FUCKING BULLSHIT. Genessa's whining, the idiot classmates bothering me, the idiot ones who are hazards around me. The handholding the whining the idiocy of it. I can't fucking deal with them.
A WEEK. A week where Genessa has whined at me every damn day.
Dread. its so tiresome having to constantly deal with..other people.:D I really just want a week without everyone tugging on my sleeve, 15x a day. Hopefully with the bright green "DO NOT DISTURB" skullcandy earphones, the big over the head ones, that'll get the fucking message across. I can't deal with being pecked to death if we're only a week in and I'm being nattered at by every last fool.
Today's song: The Birthday Massacre: To Die For.
And its not the workload. That's fine. ITS THE FUCKING BULLSHIT. Genessa's whining, the idiot classmates bothering me, the idiot ones who are hazards around me. The handholding the whining the idiocy of it. I can't fucking deal with them.
A WEEK. A week where Genessa has whined at me every damn day.
Dread. its so tiresome having to constantly deal with..other people.:D I really just want a week without everyone tugging on my sleeve, 15x a day. Hopefully with the bright green "DO NOT DISTURB" skullcandy earphones, the big over the head ones, that'll get the fucking message across. I can't deal with being pecked to death if we're only a week in and I'm being nattered at by every last fool.
Today's song: The Birthday Massacre: To Die For.
