This journal has been relocated to its new, private location, due to the high number and nature of new IP addresses being logged as visitors. The number of unknown repeat visitors to this site has always been high (which makes no sense, as it is a locked journal that only sixteen people can read, and its posts complain about stupid music I have to ( Read more... )

This is my online sanctuary where I talk smack, and complain. A lot. I will no longer plead guilty to cluttering my friends' LJ friends pages with my whining, ranting, and sneering. Plus, this way people will need to work a little harder to read the things I write that would probably hurt someone else's feelings if they ever found out I had written ( Read more... )

Apparently not everyone realizes that this BitchJournal's posts are only accessible to those on The List, as lately someone complained that I never update this thing. Loser.

• Graduation ceremonies, church services, school assemblies that have someone signing the valedictorian's speech/sermon/motivational speaker when sign language is absolutely unnecessary, as there is not one damn deaf person in the crowd.
• People who misquote famous quotes or incorrectly label its ( Read more... )

I went to Safeway to buy some cheese for a casserole, and valiantly ( Read more... )

There is this really loud girl in my Anthropology class, who is quite annoying. Just the other day, she raised her hand, and when called on, said, "I just want everyone to know, there's a bug flying around, and that bug is a bee. So everyone be very careful and not make any sudden movements, so that you don't get stung." When I told David about ( Read more... )

Today some girl tried to argue that she shouldn't get points taken off her quiz, since she called "Why does Sweden have less teen pregnancy than the U.S.?" a "rhetorical question" since it is "a question with many possible opinions, and can be debated." I wanted to stab her.

Dear Music History Paper ( Read more... )

It never ceases to amaze me when students and faculty members don't attend recitals of people in their studios/of their same instrument.

Almost as much as it amazes me how people act during Convo, passing notes and playing tetris on their cell phones, and the like.

I banged my funny bone today. It hurt.

• You look kind of like an Oompa Loompa when you scrunch your face up like that.
  
• I really don't want you to talk to me anymore.  Or live, for that matter.
• Please do not conduct one tempo, and count another one out loud.  It doesn't really work, and is retarded, as are you.
• You still owe me twenty bucks from your jury up last Spring.
  
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