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Dec. 16th, 2007 09:02 pmI'm... angry.
I've been snapping at people occasionally but I feel like not enough. I yelled at Zuger on Friday, and feel like yelling at more people. I'm getting excessively irritated with little things, like Pat asking me every two days when I'm coming home instead of writing it down or something when I tell him, or Liz having the world's most obnoxious never-ending ringtones and then leaving the room and leaving the phone in it. I have a paper to write and I'm having trouble focusing because my head is filled with pleasant fantasies of bitch-slapping the next person who crosses my path who doesn't look as stressed out as I am.
When I finish this paper I can feel better. Because then I just have a final tomorrow, one on Tuesday, getting kicked out of my room and then four hours in the car on Wednesday, work from Thursday to Monday, and Christmas... so I'll be able to chill out... next Wednesday. Then I have almost an entire week to pick up my bed, buy a bunch of things, maybe visit people, and maybe come back up to Mass. for New Year's. Then a week in Worcester for bartending school. Then one week to actually just chill out and maybe work on my Guitar Hero skills, and then back here for next semester.
All I really want right now is to make someone wither like on Friday, to watch the satisfied smirk slide off some jackass' face and see them deflate as they realize that they're in trouble with me, yes, me who's supposed to be nice or something, or at least a pushover. I want to see that shocked stare as someone realizes that they are not on top of the situation anymore. I want to take someone's good mood and eat its soul.
...I'm not even entirely certain where all this is coming from.
Oh, well. Back to my paper.
I've been snapping at people occasionally but I feel like not enough. I yelled at Zuger on Friday, and feel like yelling at more people. I'm getting excessively irritated with little things, like Pat asking me every two days when I'm coming home instead of writing it down or something when I tell him, or Liz having the world's most obnoxious never-ending ringtones and then leaving the room and leaving the phone in it. I have a paper to write and I'm having trouble focusing because my head is filled with pleasant fantasies of bitch-slapping the next person who crosses my path who doesn't look as stressed out as I am.
When I finish this paper I can feel better. Because then I just have a final tomorrow, one on Tuesday, getting kicked out of my room and then four hours in the car on Wednesday, work from Thursday to Monday, and Christmas... so I'll be able to chill out... next Wednesday. Then I have almost an entire week to pick up my bed, buy a bunch of things, maybe visit people, and maybe come back up to Mass. for New Year's. Then a week in Worcester for bartending school. Then one week to actually just chill out and maybe work on my Guitar Hero skills, and then back here for next semester.
All I really want right now is to make someone wither like on Friday, to watch the satisfied smirk slide off some jackass' face and see them deflate as they realize that they're in trouble with me, yes, me who's supposed to be nice or something, or at least a pushover. I want to see that shocked stare as someone realizes that they are not on top of the situation anymore. I want to take someone's good mood and eat its soul.
...I'm not even entirely certain where all this is coming from.
Oh, well. Back to my paper.