can't stand the rain, on my shoulder
ok, so it's not technically raining.
but as i sit in the UCen (University Center for all of you non-UCSBites), i can't help but think about how well the weather tends to resemble my mood. today is cloudy, misty, and in all aspects, quite ugly. my mood feels similar as, not only is the doom of five science finals looming over my head but TheRoomie happened to be up and took my shower spot this morning. TheRoomie. up. before 11. the thought makes me so angry. in all honesty, i don't care if TheRoomie is up, but she KNOWS i take a shower every morning before class and she KNOWS that i am most certainly not a morning person and believe in omens enough that if something so drastic as losing my shower spot occurs in the morning then i might as well crawl back in bed. there is no way that one can recover from such an episode later in the day. you might as well take the remaining hours of sunlight (or ugliness, as in today's case), send them back where they came from, and literally, call it a day.
furthermore, it would appear that my plant in bio lab has called it quits. in a later interview, it claimed that it no longer had the energy to go on. i suspect it didn't have the energy all along since it never quite began to grow in the first place. what a little pussy. it couldn't have even sprouted so that i could have half assed some results and gotten 100% on the assignment? even its relative, barley, has managed to do some sort of mass damage to the world, but little the brassica rapa family memeber just can't seem to get its little roots on anything of substance. even though i supplied it with ample nutrients and water, everything needed to fuel the growing budder. it's like being some sort of normal person in Ghandi's family. what was that seedling thinking.
this day is not looking too well. and the internet is (still?) down at the house. add Cox to my list of things i hate today. with stupid people, professors, brassica rapa, and bad weather.
even though it's santa barbara, and bad weather in the morning doesn't necessarily mean bad weather in the afternoon. but that would be besides the point, i suppose. because it's bad weather right now, and as discovered earlier in my blogging career, now is all that matters to me. because i am egocentric. and i need everything to be perfect as i go along. looking ahead means nothing to me.
there must be some alternative root to my anguish. i am in far too bad of a mood for this to be real reason of my unhappiness- weather and lost shower spot? are you kidding? if these are life's problems, i don't want them. give me something real. something that will make me stronger when i somehow, remarkably, triumph over it. something of substance. really, just give me life.
but as i sit in the UCen (University Center for all of you non-UCSBites), i can't help but think about how well the weather tends to resemble my mood. today is cloudy, misty, and in all aspects, quite ugly. my mood feels similar as, not only is the doom of five science finals looming over my head but TheRoomie happened to be up and took my shower spot this morning. TheRoomie. up. before 11. the thought makes me so angry. in all honesty, i don't care if TheRoomie is up, but she KNOWS i take a shower every morning before class and she KNOWS that i am most certainly not a morning person and believe in omens enough that if something so drastic as losing my shower spot occurs in the morning then i might as well crawl back in bed. there is no way that one can recover from such an episode later in the day. you might as well take the remaining hours of sunlight (or ugliness, as in today's case), send them back where they came from, and literally, call it a day.
furthermore, it would appear that my plant in bio lab has called it quits. in a later interview, it claimed that it no longer had the energy to go on. i suspect it didn't have the energy all along since it never quite began to grow in the first place. what a little pussy. it couldn't have even sprouted so that i could have half assed some results and gotten 100% on the assignment? even its relative, barley, has managed to do some sort of mass damage to the world, but little the brassica rapa family memeber just can't seem to get its little roots on anything of substance. even though i supplied it with ample nutrients and water, everything needed to fuel the growing budder. it's like being some sort of normal person in Ghandi's family. what was that seedling thinking.
this day is not looking too well. and the internet is (still?) down at the house. add Cox to my list of things i hate today. with stupid people, professors, brassica rapa, and bad weather.
even though it's santa barbara, and bad weather in the morning doesn't necessarily mean bad weather in the afternoon. but that would be besides the point, i suppose. because it's bad weather right now, and as discovered earlier in my blogging career, now is all that matters to me. because i am egocentric. and i need everything to be perfect as i go along. looking ahead means nothing to me.
there must be some alternative root to my anguish. i am in far too bad of a mood for this to be real reason of my unhappiness- weather and lost shower spot? are you kidding? if these are life's problems, i don't want them. give me something real. something that will make me stronger when i somehow, remarkably, triumph over it. something of substance. really, just give me life.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 08:45
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