Posted

Jun 24th 2006

Mood

Stressed

This week is not that good of a week. My graduation was LONG, TORTUROUS and ITCHY.

First, we stood outside, in an alley (I don't care how wide it is, it reeked of piss and didn't have a street sign) in a friggin WIND TUNNEL. They wouldn't let us back inside after we got those damn flowers pinned on (and generally stabbed in the chest). Then, after we finally figured out exactly how the bastards wanted us to line up, we stood there even longer. The wind made it hard to keep my iPod (my graduation gift which I get nagged for not using ALL DAY LONG) concealed under my hair. I stuck it in my back pocket and snaked the cord up under the robe, against my neck and up to my ear.
At 2-ish, they finally marched our asses in. Some random fatass shelf-butt bitch nagged at me to smile. Well fuck you, lady. After we sat down (and some idiot sat in the wrong spot, so we all had to shuffle down). We sat there for three and a half hours... there was no air conditioning on the stage and all the lights were shone directly on us, so it got hot and FAST. And the robes, once they got damn from all the sweat, got ITCHY AS HELL, and smelled like chlorine.

On a happier note, I got past the Doctor on Cave Story a total of four times. I can now escape Misery with at least 35HP, and once with not a single hit. SPUR IS AWESOME.

I almost had that damn Core dead >_< ...Well, deadER. Still hard as hell to do without a controller. I'm not allowed to go to the Gallery to get one, and my store doesn't carry PC controllers. BASTARDS.

Oh, and my mom has become a cleaning Nazi.