one of those days

when you come out of a classroom thrashing out. annoyed. pissed. you do everything in this world. please, one world peace problem at a time.

today, i was on the verge of tears, not because of our painful comm3 exercises (bending backward and shouting 'ha!'), but because.

what i was feeling exactly: i want to tear someone thing apart. but no. it's bad, not to mention, murderous, oops.

okay. back to sorting paper. (boring with a capital /bbbbbuh!/)