wasting time never works

I loathe Wednesdays... Why may you ask? Oh trust that I'll tell you. When am I ever quiet about things? When do I ever self monitor my emotions in this fucking thing? Never. I can't help it. It's my only way to vent besides my friends, and honestly I think they're sick of my ranting sometimes. Sorry Satan! I live in my own mind and I like talking about myself, as does everyone I believe. Some people are selfless and giving. I am selfless and taking. And who doesn't love the sound of their own voice sometimes? Not me.

Wednesdays are my long days. No work for EL Diablo today, just school from 8am until 5:50pm. It's long, tedious and I hate the down time. I have a 4 hour block of English in the mornings, then psychology and then math. It's the best day ever. No sarcasm involved with that statement at all. I'm in the computer lab trying to get some of my homework started just so I don't have so much to do this weekend. I've lost concentration; thus, blogging is what I'm doing instead.

My mood from Monday that I miraculously turned around is back. Not evident you say? Well go fist fuck yourself has been the response I've been saying in my head all day. Apparently, you're not allowed to say such things out loud. Who knew? My inner monologue is angry and tired today. I left at the same time I did last week because traffic makes me a bit annoyed, choleric, cross, enraged, exasperated, furious, grim, heated, hot, huffy, incensed, indignant, inflamed, infuriated, in high dudgeon, irascible, irate, ireful, livid, mad, outraged, passionate, perturbed, piqued, provoked, raging, resentful, riled, sore, upset, wrathful. But today I made it to school in record time and was a half hour early. I could have slept that half hour!

For the record, I just took all of those words out of the thesaurus. I have no originality and needed to not use the word angry anymore. From now on I'm going to try to work huffy, in high dungeon, perturbed and wrathful into my lexicon. I want to turn heads.

I'm also slacking on working BFF into my personal word etymology.

See how the vocab words I'm doing in english are working into my life. Next I'll be talking about my lilliputian patience and my Kafkaesque sense of humor. Sick in the face.

I started this blog in the hopes that it would kill some time; unfortunately, it's only been twelve minutes. I still have an hour before I have class. BOON!

Yes, perhaps it is a good idea for you to have a dictionary handy when reading my blogs. Unless they're really cross. Then you'll need a strong sense of the english language to decipher my incoherent babbling, swearing and indignance. Ok, I need to stop.

On a horrifying note today I was chased by a ball of hair! It scared the shit out of me. I was walking back to my car and the wind picked up then out of nowhere a huge and thick ball of hair floated at me. It was black and beyond gross. I literally ran and screamed. I know that people saw me. Do I care? No. I just didn't want it to touch my feet! What if it got stuck in my toes and I had to touch it? OH GOD! I'm feeling a bit like retching right now. Yuck!

On a sick and disgusting note I've discovered I am a freak about oil shine on my face. I really am. Before I never noticed the shine and or feel, but now I am constantly using the face wipes I bought. Let me just say one word. GAG! I never knew. I never thought it was that bad!

I'm done.

Peace out homeslices!