i think i am having a migraine.

chem paper just over an hour ago, and, like, it was a real joke. i think either the paper was hard or i am stupid. if it is the latter than i should probably go somewhere and kill myself, because we all know that nothing is more unforgiveable than stupidity.

in fact, if all the stupid people in the world killed themselves off, then we'd be left with only einsteins and donald trumps, which would be far preferable to having a planet of apes. firstly donald trumps make shitloads of money, and nobody can be sad with that amount of moolah in their pockets. and secondly, nobody would have to worry about their hair, because they'd all inherit the trump-einstein genes, which are potent enough on their own, but lethal in combination. so everyday would be a bad hair day, and it'd be no big deal because everybody else would look like they have a poodle on their head too. and lastly, if all else fails, the einsteins could whip up a few nukes and do a hiroshima/nagasaki, and then all our problems would be solved, permanently. no more irritating whining and whatnots. an unpopulated world is always a happy world.

actually, in light of how i'm headed straight for flunkdom with my chem script, blogging is probably the last thing i should be doing now. but alas, i am in no mood for the twin evils of differentiation and integration. or should i say, in this case, i think i should allow myself some time to get over the mental kamikaze that was the entirely shittifying chem paper.

what really worries me is that this might be the start of More Things To Come, and i don't think my brain and I (lately i have come to regard them as separate entities, seeing how no logical person would be able or want to regurgitate the exact conditions for the oxidation of 1,2-dimethylcylcopropene or any of that shit) can take much more trauma. so i guess it's a good thing that i really am (as a few people continually assert) a closet MGS girl, and therefore believe that The Best Is Yet To Come. literally, not figuratively.

oh, and my day was made worse by 2 other things. firstly, i jumped out of bed at 530 in the morning, owing to a lagging biological clock which had yet to register that my paper was in the mid-afternoon, and therefore i did not, in fact, need to be in school by 7. so i went back to bed hoping to catch a bit more sleep. and that, you must all be thinking, must surely be a good thing? well no. because what happened was that i woke up at ELEVEN, and, as you can imagine, was activated by a major swearfest. which meant no revising dehydration and dehalogenation and nucleophillic substitution for me.

and then, i also have to report that since the last sighting of The Guy Behind The Counter, i have hit a dry spell. even though i've been religiously going to coffeebean EVERYDAY since then, all i've been rewarded with has been The Man Who Can't Smile, The Man Who Mispronounces My Name, and the various idiotic permutations who were responsible for mixing the eggs with my salmon sandwich yesterday, even though i specifically said not to twice. yup, not once, but TWICE. i bet my Guy Behind The Counter would have done perfect without me even having to remind him. with this kind of crappy service, it's amazing why people still pay 5 bucks for coffee.

this is, of course, unless they are on guywatch duty. heh.