we have amo and guns, i'm not afraid.

i can't believe i'm wasting my good brain writing this paper while i could be working on calculus. this class is fucking retarded. even if i am interested in it. too bad my professor didn't create any interest in it at the begining of the semester. too bad for actually liking a course's subject and hating the prof.

my roommate is trying to daignose me with manic depressiveness. which is nice because last year angie tried to do the same thing. maybe i really should go to the University Counseling Services next semester.