*repeats* When things get bad, better things are yet to come. When things get bad, better things are yet to come.....
*bangs head against wall* When I actually sit down to do this stupid assignment, the internet decides to slow down too much. When I feel like talking to certain people, they apparently don't feel like talking to me. The people I used to talk to are hardly recognizable, cussing like sailors and posting inappropriate junk every two minutes. Why did that even come across as "mature" to them anyway? It's annoying and makes me feel sick. So I'm stuck here with this crap-crazy family and a buttload of work. Yay me.