Finals Week and Relient K

What did I say to Len earlier today? Oh yeah, I remember:

I have 2 finals week and already I feel like I want to snort cocaine for the rest of my life instead of being a culinary student anymore.

Is that sad? Mmhm, you bet it is. Okay, okay, it's not ALL the Art Institute's fault (however, they are largely at fault in this). Despite the fact that they take all of your money (including the 50 cents in my fish bank to pay for some snacks at school today), most of the teachers are competent and very, very understanding. But the people I go to school with? Come on. Do they just let ANYONE into culinary school these days? I know it's not a major... major. But it's hard, and if you don't have the stamina, and you don't like people, then what the hell are you doing in a kitchen?

I make it a point not to hate anyone in the kitchen, but for this one quarter (11 weeks of pain and suffering), I let my morals slide. I hate someone. And I'm not even hiding it. She KNOWS I hate her (she probably hates me too, and that's probably a good thing), and that I want to punch her in the face every time she breathes or talks (which is pretty much ALL the time since she never shuts that hole in the middle of her face she calls a mouth).

Harsh? Maybe. Do I care? Absolutely not.

I'm done in 2 days. Done... not done done, but like... done in the sense that I get 3 glorious weeks of relaxing, 2 of which are going to be spent with my best friends and quality time with g-ma's pool, and 1 in the great city of Boston with my other best friend.

Could my life get any better?
Mmhm, yeah it could.


I could... not be cleaning the kitchen with an asshole tomorrow, that would be great.


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