Party's Over, Folks. Everyone Get the Hell Out
Goddammit. My summer vacation is officially over. I start school tomorrow at 5.30p.m. Sons o' bitches. What now? Chemistry. 5 weeks of this crap. This means that no one is allowed to annoy me for the next month. The following scenario is NOT allowed to happen:
[phone rings]
Me: "What."
You: [annoyingly overexhuberant] "Hi!"
Me: "What."
You: "What are you doing this weekend?"
Me: [shoving fists of death through phone receiver to choke the life out of you]
You: "Ouch. You're hurting me. How is school going? Are you almost done? When will you be finished?"
Me: "!^%@&#&%^$**@#(. @Q!@(**#*!!$^@*&
You: "Really? That long, huh. Ok, I'll call you next weekend."

I have nerve bitching like this, don't I? I do realize that it is my life goal to go to med school. I do realize that I should suck it up and shut up. I do realize that I will be doing this for the next 11+ years of my life. (Excuse me for a second while I go bang my head on a cement wall). I do realize that I am bitch from the 7th ring of hell when I am in school. I do realize that the majority of my friends and family have been more than supportive and understanding. Tough shit. I'm still a cranky bitch and you'll all continue to love me and adore me and worship me. Just not for the next 5 weeks.

Yeah, I'm cranky tonight. Don't start with me. Just suck it up, buttercup. I'm taking my cranky ass to bed now. Damn you.

[RG: really, I will be fine tomorrow am. Honestly. Just keep that snorting, yogurt cup-scraping, apple-munching, germ-carrying sonofabitch away from me and nobody gets hurt.]