| raisedbymoogles ( @ 2008-06-30 21:36:00 |
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| Entry tags: | depression, school |
Do not meddle in the affairs of motherfucking dragons. (Especially not on a motherfucking plane.)
I swear this last couple of weeks I've become a misanthrope.
My female teacher's voice has become literally painful. My male teacher is a complete bumbling idiot - I swear to you he asks the same damn questions every ten minutes. Dude, when I need help, I will ask for it. Until then, I am working. Just leave me alone with my music and my machine, for god's sake.
And today I had to do an 'exit interview' with Career Services and the lady scolded me about my attitude. No, I don't want to be here, lady, I don't speak your crazy corporate moon language and if I want to whore myself out I will get my own pimp.
Basically, aside from a certain group of people (all of whom are on my flist), all who approach the moogledragon are at risk of getting torched. *grumbles* *huffs smoke* *retreats to cave and curls up in a scalyglowering moogledragonheap*
I just want this to be over, dammit. I don't mind the work, I just hate everything that goes with it. Why can't I just stay in my cave and make pretty things without having to deal with people?