What the fuck is this mandatory stuff?

And I'm paired with- with- *looks* *laughs maniacally*

Nice to know my parents care.

Guess I won't be VP. Seeing as how I think I've failed everything by now.

It's overrated, that's what it is. And pointless. And why should I have to suffer through it? What the fuck did I ever do or not do? Really.

This is just entirely fucked up.

I'm just so sick of it.

Great news! I haven't killed myself yet!

Even better news! I know where the knives are!

Fuck this shit. That's what I say. And especially you, you fucking Saint Augustine. I hope a stained glass window breaks and Mary's foot ends up in your eye socket.

And no, Blake, I'm not going to kill myself. Just- Oh, yeah. But you're trying to be bad right ( Read more... )

What the fuck is it with the influx of pilgrims? Did the Bible upchuck people? Did Jerusalem explode, spilling misguided Crusaders across the planet?

I don't know. But I kind of want to stuff them into a cubby hole until their misshapen bodies don't have any working bones.

It's impossible that there's only one person I don't get sick over after sleeping with him. Especially considering who he is. No offense.

Ha! And without throwing up!

Whatever-your-name-is, with the Russian accent, I don't even remember your name.

Oh, shit. BBL

NO ONE'S FUCKING TALKING TO ME!!!

Not that I'm surprised. But I thought the head cases would sort of glance my way.

Good news. My aunt's dying. Shame it couldn't be my bastard of a grandfather, shame it had to be one of the aunts the I sort of liked a few years ago.

Which reminds me of the time- but that's a different story.

Exams should die, and so should the teachers.

I love how studying for the exams isn't hurting my brains at all.

Class schedule for the next semester:

1. Sculpting
2. Math
3. Modern Novels
4. Geography
5. Romantic and Victorian Poetry
6. 20th Century History

The sculpting is supposed to be therapuetic. I plan on making this huge pair of lips and sticking a pipe through them. Industrial