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Succumbed to wank. *kills slef*

Also uni shit, and the part where I can't seem to get out of fucking bed, and...

I want to hit things now. Lots and lots.

Seriously, though, how the fuck do people get out of bed every morning? It doesn't... I was awake, even, and I could have... but I didn't, I stayed in bed till frickin' midnight, and I wanna....

break things. or people. or bones. or something. self.

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I bet there are psychology papers on the importance of different types of clothing. Also jewellery. Ooh, and there should so be one about eyeliner. Eyeliner cures all ills, dammit. More people should wear eyeliner. More boys, in particular.

Am in the middle of getting dressed, in case you hadn't guessed already.

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I was about to squee that I had made my program work, but I haven't. But it's closer than it was. And I think I can sort it out fairly easily, which is good.

Fucking Fortran...

This is the course that I dropped out of last year because I just couldn't hack it any more, and am thus repeating, and this is me revising my program from last year for over an hour. And this is as good as it got last year, and I will have to do a lot more work on the other assignments, and this one was due in last Friday and the next one is due in next Friday.

Erk. I just really hate programming. Which sucks, because it seems to be a fair component in a lot of the jobs I'd be eligible for. It's all paternal's fault, of course, as he is a computer programmer and thus never let me learn any of this stuff. 'cause if I had a problem with the computer, I went to him and he fixed it. Also, with "I cannot possibly enjoy the same things as my parents" and suchlike.

Am rebelliously sitting in Astro lab and eating mints. Will stop doing this and do program. Honest.

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Done, somewhat prettified, sent off to person.

He's the reason I got involved in the wank this morning. I dragged myself out of bed and turned on the computer to find a nagging email in my inbox. Pissed me off enough to tip me over into wankery.

Ought to have told him about that. Oh well.

Hmm. Am now going to go downstairs and go on the Internet on one of the nice computers copy out notes from lectures I have missed.

Yes.