Sometimes, I'm just disgruntled

I hate class. I hate rude people. I hate tears, and drama. I hate bad moods. I hate drivers. I hate un-clear assignments. I hate really long reading assignments that are boring as hell. I hate when there's no outlets nearby. I hate people who can't tip, or hold a decent conversation. I hate not being able to keep in close contact with people. I hate...a lot of things.

And, I've been through all these things, as well as been/done all of these things. I internalize, and I accept this. But right now, I really wished we owned a punching bag. Preferably one that had room to glue someone's face on it. Who's face? Well, it depends what day of the week it is. Ask me when you think I'm mad at you. If your face didn't make it on the punching bag, probs not a big deal!

So, I'm disgruntled. End of story. Why? Because people are assholes and I'm tired. I wanna go home, clean, do laundry, finish my homework, and hibernate for three days, all caught up with my work, with money to fix my broke-ness, in a clean environment. I would probably just be gruntled then. If that's a word.

My saving grace today is that I just read this on Perez Hilton. I love him (hottest man on planet). That is all. Enjoy. And you're welcome.