Invisible To Everyone

I succesfully failed my calc quiz today. I'll be lucky to get a 50%.

What should I talk about? What should I write about? What should I do? Where should I go? What will happen if I don't? So many questions, so many more questions than that. Where can I find the answers?

Maybe this that I see as the bane of my existance is really a blessing... a very oddly shaped one perhaps, but nonetheless for the best.

If you spell "bane" as "bain" then it means "a bath; a bagnio" (a bagnio being possibly a public bathhouse). Ever faithful Dictionary.com taught me that.

It's nice to get little unexpected things from people, such as a little note or something. Even comments on blogs are nice to see and read... proof that I am important enough for someone to take the time and see what I have to say... proof that I just might be appreciated somewhere, somehow.

My evil roommate is really getting on my nerves. I don't know what her problem is, but if she has a problem with me or what I do, I'd rather have her tell me directly than have her make supposedly innocent comments with the obvious intent of bitching at me or Steph without direct confrontation. And if she doesn't want to approach us up front, then I wish she would shut her face and stay the hell out of my life. I'm so sick of her snide comments. I'm so sick of her superior attitude. I can't wait until this semester is over if only because I will never have to see her again.

I'm sorry. It's a heated subject in this room between me and Steph. I had to censor much of what I was thinking about her, much of what I wanted to write, the rage I wanted to get off my chest. You don't know how much I just want to blow-up at her.

Menis.

Word of the day:
diatribe - a bitter, abusive denunciation.