rocknload | just leave me alone;

Rewatching Raiders of the Lost Ark has given me the terrible suspicion that, as much as I wish I was Indiana Jones, I actually behave a great deal like Marion Ravenwood. Probably more like her than any female character I've ever actually seen. No wonder she irritates me so thoroughly.

Continuing my trend of hate, I utterly loathe the idiot woman who has taken advantage of my mother's ignorance of the Internet in order to get a hundred and fifty bucks out of her. Guess who gets to deliver the disappointing blow that what she promised is not, in fact, possible? You guessed right, it's me.

I have the highest grade in my summer class, pre-exam, which means that grade is totally based on homework. Full marks on, like, everything. That, my friends, is a sign that I've fallen into some kind of bizarre alternate dimension.

My teacher fully supports the rivalry thing me and Bryce have going. I'm beating him by eleven points. "Well, you rock," she said.

... What the hell is happening to the way I write?! Needs more ain't, fucking, and gonna.