Frak

I fucking hate hormones. I fucking hate accounts. I fucking hate...the world. A nice generalization for this evening. Oh wait...I fucking hate my low-grade paranoia. I fucking hate colds (or the beginnings of colds.) I fucking hate the world. But ya know what? I love House. I also love chocolate and it's aural equivalent. In fact I love House as much as I love Doctor Who and Never Mind the Buzzcocks. All of this love though is countered by how much I fucking hate the world.
I'm currently working on withdrawing from my journo class. I decided on Saturday that I was either going to explode from the stress I was feeling or that I would flunk out of the class by the sheer number of times I would skip it from the stress of not having the assignments done. In any event I have to have the professor sign off on my withdrawal which is going to be an uncomfortable experience. Then I have to have Prof. Gately sign off on the withdrawal as well, another uncomfortable experience. Then, after all this uncomfortableness, I'll be free.
Nothing else to report. Guy X is still the head, the low-grade paranoia and hormones are making it worse that he's there. Oddly enough he's been in my room a lot too, but that's because of House and studying with Allison. All of which adds up to more low-grade paranoia in the end. Ah, such is life.
And now...back to House and hating the world.