- If I can hear your music through your headphones like you weren't wearing them at all, your music is too loud.
- When the above happens, it makes me want to growl.
- If I'm growling at something, that's not a very productive start to my day.
- My fellow classmate - Do not patronize me about what I did or did not do in response to a slightly irate email by one of our other classmates, and then proceed to make it look like you're "winning" what's actually not a competition, and please remember I was here until 1:45 in the morning, like you were, only I'd started at 9:00 instead.
- Today is not a day to mess with me, thanks so much.
- But, in all seriousness, turn the damn music down or I'll put on YouTube and blast country through my speakers!
- I can't seem to find my Focus.
- Saga coffee is downright disturbing - and one hell of a jolt.
- This is the point in my junior year where I just get sick of dealing with people.
- Luckily, when I was in high school, I phased out of beating up the jackasses when I hit this stage.
- Which, honestly, I really only did that in middle school.
- And, again honestly, I never actually punched anyone.
- Yup. I am going to go YouTube it up.
- My philosophy on that last one is that if you've got your headphones in to the degree in which I can hear lyrics clearly, you can obviously not hear a damn thing coming from my direction and therefore won't mind at all.
- And if you do mind, well, frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
- I have over 3,000 messages in the deleted folder in my webmail.
- I find that rather interesting.
- No idea what's going to happen in terms of the labs that I have no idea how to do for chemistry.
- They might be a lost cause.
- At this point in my life, I'm okay with that.
- I have eight lesson plans, a written assessment plan, and to tweak my introduction all by 7:30 tomorrow morning.
- Thank [Insert Diety/Whatever You Worship (if anything) Here] that tomorrow is my last education class because it's been driving me up the effing wall all semester.
- I have no phone service in the basement. Which kind of sucks.
- Right. Time to dig out my microscope now that I'm more or less done ranting (for the moment) and get something accomplished so I can feel a bit better about myself.
- At least the screamo song to my left is done.
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