I think the Gods hate me. Or maybe just Odin, I don't know.
But the Digital Animation kids somehow find a way to piss me off and annoy me even on the days when I don't see them.
Let me tell you about why I hate them. They're obnoxious, and have this feud with us for no apparent reason. This one doochebag likes to comment on everything, and make random sound effects whenever it's most unnecessary. In short, they're all assholes, douchebags, pricks, or some combination of the three, with some extra shit thrown in JUST BECAUSE.
So, why do I think the Gods hate me?
I walked into the lab/classroom around 5:20 or something like that, and I was already in a shittastic mood because public transportation here sucks something awful. So, as I said, I walked into the room, and what's the first thing I see? Mr. Doochebag Extraordinaire. He yells out a greeting and I ignore him. He comments on how I must be in a bad mood, and I ignore him. He then says he'd cheer me up and tells me some shitty joke, to which I respond, "Bite me." So he keeps talking to my buddies at the back of the room, and the only thing going through my head is the fact that I need my music to drown out his annoying voice.
Sadly, my mp3 player battery died just as I stepped foot on campus. Convenient, isn't it?
So, luckily for me, I have my handy-dandy laptop with me, with plenty of music to drown out his God-awful voice and keep me from snapping and putting a pencil in his eyeball.
Ah, hardstyle! Where would I be without you?
-Nova
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