Well, I hate my father. This is common knowledge. I pretty much hate anything that reminds me of being a Lambert.

So, I want to change my name, and have been debating this action for a good while.

My name, as it stands, is Andrew Millin George Lambert.

From my patriarchal grandfather: Frank Andrew Lambert

From my matriarchal grandfather: Leroy Millin ( Read more... )

I love it when people come to see me perform things. Like, when they come because I asked them to and all that tra la la.

I'm not used to it, so I get all excited afterwards to see someone I know.

Hooray!

To those of you who do it:

S-H-I-N-I-N-G.

I don't know why people insist on spelling 'shiny' or 'shining' with two Ns.

It annoys me.

That is all.

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I just found some fine print that  states that all my jury material has to be handed in the Monday before exam week. That's right - my material is a week late.

Fucking excellent.

Oh, and by 'fine print' I mean 'bold and underlined.'

Sometimes I forget that things about which I might jest with others might prove truly offense to some.

This makes me a jerk for saying them.

"Fuck you" is a strong phrase. I'd forgotten.

Now I feel like shit. On top of fatigue and exam fear. Excellent. Way to be, Andrew.

Way to be.

I don't know what it is about this fucking monologue.

But it doesn't stick.

I mean, I memorize it, and I've got it, but to say it aloud - it just doesn't work.

I don't have time to get a new one.

I'm freaking out.

People should stop being smart.

It confuses me.

I hate intellectual crushes.

Hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE them.

I was asked on a date by a person with gorgeous words.

...meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh...

I love it. I tend to amaze people with it.

I know words such as "cohabitate," "electorate," and "strife."

Man, I'm such a genius.