O CURSED DAY.

I CURSE THE TIMES I WATCHED SCRUBS OR CSI OR ROME OR ANY OTHER FATALLY ADDICTIVE SHOW ONE AFTER ANOTHER AFTER ANOTHER, INSTEAD OF DOING WORK. I CURSE THE TIMES I CHOSE TO BLOG-SURF OR LOOK AT THE PROFILES OF RANDOMS ON FACEBOOK INSTEAD OF DOING PROBLEM SETS. I CURSE ALL THE TIMES I CHOSE PLEASURE OVER PAIN WHEN KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN OTHERWISE.
I CURSE THEM ALL THE THE FIERY CHASMS OF HELL, BECAUSE NO AMOUNT OF PLEASURE IS WORTH FAILING THIS EXAM.

I AM SO VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW I COULD THROW MY APPLE THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW AND SCREAM AT THE STREET. AND THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME. WELL, THERE'S ME OF COURSE, BUT WHY WOULD I DO THAT, RIGHT? IT'S NEVER MY FAULT. NEVER, YOU HEAR?!

WHO, WHEN STUDYING FOR AN EXAM, SETS EYES ON THE MOST IMPORTANT CHAPTER OF THE COURSE FOR THE FIRST TIME THE VERY MORNING OF THE EXAM AND CHARGES THROUGH IT IN ONE HOUR, BECAUSE OMG THE EXAM IS IN AN HOUR! TELL ME WHO?!

OMG I'M SO VERY VERY ANGRY WITH YOU VERA! YOU HAVE UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED ME AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO BELIEVED IN YOU. YOU ARE SO DISGUSTING I DONT EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT YOU. GET AWAY FROM THE MIRROR.

FUCKDUMBSHITPIGGADILLY.