The worst walls are never the ones you find in your way. *

The worst are the ones you build yourself.*

There's a general feeling of sinking about today, mixed in which a dash of rage.

The rage is quite easy to explain: roomies are idiots. The newest "Whatthefiggit?" is that the other two don't consider it quite necessary to actually have a phone** if we don't have internet. (Which no, we'll never ever get.) No need for a phone. Seriously. Then they look at me and say, "Well, you're the only one who uses it, really. No one calls me on that line anyway. Sure, I use it sometime, but because it's there, you know; I don't need it."

Fuck you, bitches, says I.

And that's me controlling myself.

The sinking feeling is multitextured. There's the lack of levity thanks to all the financial statements I maybemighthaveshouldhave sent and the dwindling chances of being accepted to anywhere purely for this reason, the floundering feeling of having long empty afternoons to fill, the yoke-like sensation of European universities to investigate, the drowning sensation thanks to being abrupty whisked away from Prety Decent Existance With People I Love to Crappy Existance with No People at All.

Which is why instead of thinking about any of this, I read about nijas and pirates making up (but not out), how to prepare for the zombipocalypse and the joys of rum.

But you can be hoity-toity and use you brain for something, like reading this metaquote regarding homosexual vs. heterosexual divorce. Most of it is a bunch of crock until you get to birdboy2000's comment and those that follow.

Meanwhile, I've going to totally waste the following precious half hour of my existance doing shite all.


* From __blacklines, quote uncredited.

** The one they forgot to pay, just, you know, "Oops."