Goddamn calculus. I hate math. Why do I need to learn how to take the antiderivative of a made up number? When in hell am I gonna need to do that? I want to either go into film, or live in a quiet town full of snarky, hot baristas, talking robots, and beautiful women. But maybe thats too naive of me. Cuz according to dear ol dad, I'm never gonna be able to do anything if I don't excel in calc!
Why, you are probably asking yourself, is this loser whining about his problems to me? I read this blog for enjoyment, not to hear the rantings of a stupid teenager! I say this because currently, as it stands, I might have all priveleges taken away from me. My new iPod, my xbox, my computer, everything until summer comes.
This means that I won't be able to blog, which is the only way I can let out all my pent up frustration without blowing up or murdering the next person who tells me that I write too goddamn small.
But I digress. Pray for me getting an 'A' tomorrow in US History, or it will be the last time I write for a while.
Oh, and if I come back tomorrow, I won't rant like a whiny bitch. I swear. I'll probably discuss the effects of sarcasm on a person's mood. Or one of my friends. Either way, it'll be good.
Fun While It Lasted
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