I like my section. Tonight was fun. I'm a good typist still. I don't konw why I'm surprised; I had hardly any alchol. Alcohol. That's right. Some people are still bitches, but that's their nature, and as Professor Manahan says, nature isn't nice. So bam. I can deal.
Aaaaaaand...I'm done.
11 November 2006
05 November 2006
pusillanimous
The couch is a good thing to punch. It doesn't wobble around or yield too much. I discovered this when I got home from the weekender around 6:00 this evening.
I hate how band is making me so angry this year. Many of my classmates are thinking too highly of themselves, and it doesn't help that they have the favor of some upperclassmen and some bones. They're out of control and they ruined the final portion of the bus ride back for me. I don't like it when I dread entertainment. I don't like it when I'm called up for sophomore entertainment 1) as many times as the freshmen and 2) by other sophomores. Nothing gives them the right to start acting high and mighty, not even their almighty alcohol.
This isn't even factoring how much I want to kill Julie right now. When I say kill, I'm pretty sure I just mean maim and disfigure horribly, but I can't be certain. What makes me the most unhappy is that I thought of a great comment back at her after I told my joke and she said "You're not supposed to tell us what the joke is about" all bitchily. I have my reasons. How about you sit the fuck down and quit power-tripping? My actual thought up comment was "You know what, Julie? I second-guess myself enought without your help, so why don't you shut the fuck up?" If it had started a fight, so much the better. I needed some violence right then. But I didn't. So I had to punch the couch.
And I'm a little disheartened by Roberta's leadership. What a figurehead. And why is she so distant? It's just another discomfort-inducer this year. Thank God for my linguistics buddies, that's all I have to say.
I hate how band is making me so angry this year. Many of my classmates are thinking too highly of themselves, and it doesn't help that they have the favor of some upperclassmen and some bones. They're out of control and they ruined the final portion of the bus ride back for me. I don't like it when I dread entertainment. I don't like it when I'm called up for sophomore entertainment 1) as many times as the freshmen and 2) by other sophomores. Nothing gives them the right to start acting high and mighty, not even their almighty alcohol.
This isn't even factoring how much I want to kill Julie right now. When I say kill, I'm pretty sure I just mean maim and disfigure horribly, but I can't be certain. What makes me the most unhappy is that I thought of a great comment back at her after I told my joke and she said "You're not supposed to tell us what the joke is about" all bitchily. I have my reasons. How about you sit the fuck down and quit power-tripping? My actual thought up comment was "You know what, Julie? I second-guess myself enought without your help, so why don't you shut the fuck up?" If it had started a fight, so much the better. I needed some violence right then. But I didn't. So I had to punch the couch.
And I'm a little disheartened by Roberta's leadership. What a figurehead. And why is she so distant? It's just another discomfort-inducer this year. Thank God for my linguistics buddies, that's all I have to say.
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