Snarkey Speak Man!

[LJ import]

So, here I am, staring at the journal icon on my desktop, and deciding that I might as well type something. I just spent the past 2 hours playing with the sims, and decided that quitting might be a good idea, when I started inviting other Sims over, just to drown them in the pool. Snarkey committed genocide. There’s only 1 sim left in the third neighborhood, and he’s the one wearing the biker chaps.

Christfuck, I’m easily amused.

There’s a bit of crew today. I think that this is a 3-7 kind of day. At any rate, I’ll be too tired to read that Scottish play for English tomorrow. Oh, well. It’s not like I’m going to be responsible and actually read it now…

With any luck, Tranter won’t fuck with me too much this week. I’m already pissed off at him over the Otterbein Letter of Recommendation. I asked him to write one for me before the Christmas Break. This past weekend (as in, 6 days before I have my interview, when they tell me to BRING THE LETTER WITH ME,) he informs me that he won’t write it unless he gets to mail it directly. With any luck, the admissions counselor at Otterbein will be cooperative and actually give me an address to have him send it to. Otherwise, I have to find someone on Tuesday, who will write a letter by Thursday. That should be fun. If this man even starts riding my back today, I might just flip out. I don’t think that I can handle his BS. But I need to work with some power-tools, so I’m going to be the little Masochist that I am and go anyway. Who knows. Maybe I’ll have something entertaining to relay after that. Hopefully a new injury. Even better if it’s someone else’s…

• Mood: cynical
• Music:Etherclinic – The Ghost That You’ve Become