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windandwaterFucking Hell
It's raining again. Dammit. And once again, I prove that I can't walk and drink coffee at the same time. *growl* The only thing is that it's warm, and since I was wearing my gloves, I didn't scald myself.
And I called my father today, because no one's been returning my calls, and why? Because even though I left messages on the machine, they didn't take. And so, after going nuts for two days, I fina;;y get my dad, and why did he call? To ask me to buy a fucking lottery ticket. That's it. That was all. Here I thought something fucked happened, and it's because my dad's a gamble-holic. Gah! And then I tried to ask him if I should bring any special clothes back home with me -- because God knows I don't have anything at home -- and I practically had to WEASEL the fact that we're going on a cruise out of him. The bastard! If I didn't know about it already (by eavesdropping on my relatives no less), I would have been totally floored when I got home. Fuck that. I'm bringing jeans and shirts and if I need any more, my parents are going to foot that bill.
Now I need to talk to the registration people and TRY to cram more for Torts, since the Final is four hours away. Gah! It's been a bad day so far.
It's raining again. Dammit. And once again, I prove that I can't walk and drink coffee at the same time. *growl* The only thing is that it's warm, and since I was wearing my gloves, I didn't scald myself.
And I called my father today, because no one's been returning my calls, and why? Because even though I left messages on the machine, they didn't take. And so, after going nuts for two days, I fina;;y get my dad, and why did he call? To ask me to buy a fucking lottery ticket. That's it. That was all. Here I thought something fucked happened, and it's because my dad's a gamble-holic. Gah! And then I tried to ask him if I should bring any special clothes back home with me -- because God knows I don't have anything at home -- and I practically had to WEASEL the fact that we're going on a cruise out of him. The bastard! If I didn't know about it already (by eavesdropping on my relatives no less), I would have been totally floored when I got home. Fuck that. I'm bringing jeans and shirts and if I need any more, my parents are going to foot that bill.
Now I need to talk to the registration people and TRY to cram more for Torts, since the Final is four hours away. Gah! It's been a bad day so far.
