Every time my dad decides to have a conversation with me about my academic stuff, I always want the conversation to end as soon as possible, but at least in my perspective, it drags on for an eternity.
I was unaware that there was actually some drama with Lizzy.
Stupid, pointless drama strikes again.
I want to paint “THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS” onto the pick guard of my electric guitar.
I’ve been spending the whole day so far staring at my terminal editing an HTML page and CSS file (I got that particular page done, now for like 7 more pages and some PHP bullshit). (oh, and this isn’t for my personal site, it’s for something else)