Yeah. I need to scream. I already did, actually. I went in the loos with Jess and banged on the cubicle doors (nobody else was in there, luckily).
I don't want to bore you with why I'm so frustrated, because it's all dull artistic crap. But for anyone who knows anything about paint or my random screaming sessions, ask me later or something.
Hope y'all have a good weekend, I've got three essays to do by thursday and a whole bunch of German stuff to learn for Monday. What a fun, fun life I lead...
-Lindley of the Murderous Variety.
PS. I got an email from the dude who runs ABS. So that was a kinda awesome highlight of my sad life, I chucked it into the 'mildly interesting' folder of my hotmail inbox xD
