Why does life suck?

I hate it when I'm an idiot. My day was going fine... not great but it wasn't bad... and then I had to be retarded. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, as it happens so often, but it still always seems to get to me. It makes me angry, makes me want to use explitives. Now, for those who aren't familiar with me, I don't like to swear... actually, it's more like I don't want to swear. I find it needless and unbecoming. But sometimes I'm around it so much that it appears in my thoughts and in my mouth, and when I get angry it's even harder to supress because then I feel that my words need emphasis. But, anyway, I was angry with myself today.

I called U of M again today because I needed to change the time of one of my classes and I needed an override to do that. They're forcing me to read a book called The Elements of Style. It's all about writing and grammar and stuff like that. I suppose it would be useful to refer to while writing papers, but it's not very entertaining reading.

Pride and Prejudice is a good book. Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy got married. I like reading books just for the sake of reading them.