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*kicks things*

I hate people. I hate stalker-boy from across the street, I hate my fucking grandfather, I hate my family, I hate my friends, i hate the whole world.

Bleh.

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Thanks to everyone for the good vibes. :) Am feeling somewhat better, but still rather blh, and I still have a vague desire to make my entire extended family disappear off the face of the earth just so I wouldn't have to deal with this crap. There may be an entry about this later.

I think I'll just think of porn and leering!Draco today. Because you two are right -- can't hate either of those.

Mmm, leering!Draco porn ...

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So yeah. Family situation. I'll try and give you the ultra-brief version.

( Cut because the brief version is still pretty damn long. )

And now, a note from the "ARGH" departement.

Can someone explain to me how someone who has access to a web-form, as evidenced by the fact that she filled it out, then printed it and faxed it to us, can claim she cannot access the form in orger to submit it?

Also, when you ask how to change a registration for a course, and I tell you how, don't send a whiney email back asking "But why? Can't we do it this way?" Because the answer is "No, you can't, because I said so!"

And then there's the ever-present annoyance of supposed academics who seem to lose all sense of grammar and punctuation when it comes to email. As my coworker said, our lives would be a hell of a lot less stressful if we were allowed to just ignore any email we had to read more than once in order to understand the actual sentences. I'm not even mentioning the lack of greetings/closings, because that's a lost battle.

I really hate people sometimes.

Edit/ Just to show you how annoyed I am, I just stuck out my tongue at my Outlook. Because yes, I am that petty.

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I just realised that ... I think about half my friends page, probably more, is younger than I am. There was a time when I didn't know any slashers younger than I.

This random realisation brought to you by Caffeine, Inc and the letters B-O-R-E-D.

...

Um.

So I read this:

Apparently Kennilworthy thinks Terence tastes good.

And now my head is filled with owl-pr0n images. Owowowowowow my poor widdle brain!

Um, yes, I think it's definitely time to go home.