People are so confrontational. Certain areas of the town I live in are notorious for being places where people just want to fight. They drink all day, fight all night. How can that lifestyle be appealing? An old friend of mine updated his Facebook status the other day saying how he was going to go out with the intention of "battering someone for jokes". Somebody told him that "for jokes" is not a justifiable reason to hurt somebody, to which he replied "I'll find a reason." I just can't fathom it. Even if I wasn't an utter pansy, I wouldn't go around hitting people or provoking them. What kind of person do you have to be to get your jollies from putting people in hospital?
I secretly applied for a Summer job at the hospital pharmacy. I was hoping that I could randomly say in this blog 'By the way, I got a job!', but I guess not - I got rejected. I can't say I'm too surprised but I may be a little bitter.
College was (unintentionally) forsaken yesterday for extra sleep. My body thanked me but my Chemistry teacher will not, and I have to go face her wrath later on followed by a mock exam that is sure to destroy my soul. I want to drop that damn subject! I have an appointment tomorrow with my senior tutor in which I am likely to break down crying, begging her to let me drop it for the sake of my mental health. Once again, I'll let you know how that goes.
I should go get food, write an essay on how things get in and out of cells, and then drag myself to college; so I bid you adieu.
Sexy: Spontaneity.
Unsexy: Madonna in those leotards she insists on wearing. How old is she now? 50? Enough said.
Days 'til my birthday: 22.
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Id say its less of fun for fighting but more fun of asserting a dominant position in society by ones own level of sheer force.
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