Subject: I choose to fight

Mood: disjointed, diseased, and inept
Music: Creed's "Weathered"

The levels of pissyness today were at record highs. I had two teachers at work getting annoyed with me on the phone today, kinda out of the blue. Maybe there were clues before, but I apparently don't pick up on them. I'm starting to think I'd be better off blind so that people know I don't notice these things and don't get all pissy when I don't notice. Also, I can't misread things that way.

Tonight was just horrible. I actually got made fun of in class. This is graduate school, and I got called a "dweebazoid" anyway. The guy's a preppy flake, but it still pissed me off. A number of them laughed at the client I presented tonight, because she's imaginative and enjoys her own little world. That class thinks everything is a joke. I shouldn't have brought in this client. I should have learned by now that the class is immature and narrow-minded.

Oh, I got called a "dweebazoid" for liking Harry Potter. The guy called me and another student this name. This guy's a year older than me too, making him 24 years old, and he's acting like this. AND HE'S WORKING WITH LITTLE KIDS!!! I wanted to hit him.

I keep thinking I need to get out of this program, because I'm probably going to end up thinking like those jerks too. I'm going to make people fit into this averaged mold of human potential, some fictitious person of society's choosing that is uniform with the dude standing next to him. I want to get out of all this.

So I'm a friggin' dweebazoid, huh? Whatever.

- Jane


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