Friday, August 20, 2010
i just caught the clock thing on my computer turn from 12:59 to 1:00 am.
somehow i feel oddly happy seeing that.
like i've been let in on some secret.
whimsical.
it hit me on the bus on my way to school today.
i was thinking about something and then it suddenly popped up in my mind.
don't you just love the way it rolls off your tongue?
whim-si-cal.
and we got into a huge "fight" over a group project.
i'm not entirely sure i should react or feel about things now.
bitchy rant below. i'm ashamed that i'm posting such horrible nasty things, but ARGH. i just CANNOT take it anymore.
EDIT: Re-censored some of it.
i hate hate hate you when we're doing work together.
so you have your own ideas and your way that you like/want things to be done.
but so does everyone else.
why does every single thing have to be done in the exact way YOU want them to be done?
everytime i talk to you i feel like i'm walking on eggshells
and in the end all i end up doing is to cut my feet.
on the shards strewn over the floor.
i hate the blame games you play.
i mean what's your problem.
if you cant even get your own part done, what rights have you got to scream and get pissed off at me for not picking up your damned phone calls.
i know i have my flaws, and didn't do my part of the script on time. but heck neither did any of the rest of you. and i'm not even going to go into the details of the report.
so what if you guys did the survey. 16 questions. post online. wait. get results.
how fucking hard is that to do.
i got dumped with analysing all 16 of these fucking questions.