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A metaphor to describe my day: When I finally got to my car, which was a good 8-minute walk (as opposed to the usual 10-second walk) that took me past a bunch of sweaty stupid jocks.... it was covered in bird shit.


This morning I spent 20 minutes sewing my Kerry-Edwards sticker to the back of my jacket, because it didn't want to stay on. En route to 5th hour some random asshole who I don't even know came up behind me and ripped it off. I whipped around and screamed "YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!! FUCK YOU!!" or something along those lines at him and hit him a few times (which isn't saying much, as sadly I DO hit like a girl), and then stormed into the aud. 2 minutes later the principal (who apparently saw the whole thing) shows up and proceeds to bitch at me for having had a sticker on when I was walking past the voting precinct in the LGI (yeah, I didn't know there was a rule... and probably over half the people in the damn school had campaign stuff on, so, uh...) and inform me that since I don't know who the guy was he's not going to do anything. Fun fun.


...And as soon as I eat my chili, I get to go back to the school and listen to "GARY INDIANA GARY INDIANA GARY INDIANA" a few thousand more times.


I want to fucking kill someone.