So. I’ve wanted to write, but I find myself highly annoyed and I’ve tried to keep it squashed. But well – that’s never good, right? I don’t know. <\/p>\n
There are times when you know someone is making the biggest mistake ever, and there’s just nothing you can do about it. Sure I could raise a stink and be a general bitch about the whole ordeal, but that would just get certain things that I know count on me taken away. I won’t do that – so I have to sit mum. Others around me have to do the same thing.<\/p>\n
I’m annoyed, however, because there’s been deliberate slights made. Definite attempts to keep me at arms reach. Makes me want to throttle people, to take their necks between my hands and squeeze<\/b>. If I were the only one, I’d be worried? but I know that I am not the only one under protest. So I keep my mouth shut, I vent to people that it’s safe to do so, and I prepare for the worst. I don’t see myself being pleasently surprised by any eventuality, as might be par for the course, and I know that’s awfully pesimistic? But this is just too obvious to everyone but the people involved.<\/p>\n
People are stupid. Wizards First Rule. *sigh*<\/p>\n
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So my ass is purple. *L* I decided to redo the dye job – at least get rid of some of the roots. And well, purple dyes EVERYTHING. My back, my ass, my legs, my feet, my hands – all from the rinse off. *chuckles* It’ll fade with the next shower, gone by the third, but for now, my ass is purple and I’m not afriad to sit on it and tell you about it. Ain’tcha glad you asked? You didn’t? *laughs* too bad. You know me better then that by now.<\/p>\n
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In other news. <\/p>\n
Last quarter of school. They put me in an elective for which I don’t have the pre-reqs and I’m drowning. But hey – I only have to pass it. Fuck the GPA right? *sigh* <\/p>\n