Hey guess what? I'm angry

Yeah, I'm angry right now, at a few things. And of course I'm going to run through all of them for you fine people, because it's the only way I know how to vent, other than viciously murdering a homeless person. I didn't see any homeless people tonight, so I was just going to kill a dirty looking black guy, but opted to come back to my room.

Anyway, I have an assignment for this one class that is to shoot a roll of film by Monday. Of course I didn't take out my camera until Thursday night, figuring I'd spend Friday shooting the film and then get it developed Saturday and everything would be fine. Well, I was about halfway through my roll, or halfway not through my roll for all the pessimists out there, and the battery in the camera died.

And of course I noticed this at about 11:30 at night, when the place that loaned me the camera is closed. The camera is due back tomorrow by noon. Fuck you place that lent me the camera with like no battery life!

Hey, dude at the bus stop, I'm not your "bro," so please don't call me that. No, bro, I don't know when the next bus comes. Sure, bro, I can tell you the time. No, bro, I don't know which frat house has the best party going on tonight. Sorry, but then again, I'm not. Every fucking sentence you have to call me "bro?" What's with this bro shit?

The only thing worse than "bro" is now how everyone has started putting "bro" into other words to describe things between males, like the "bromance." I mean, I get it. It's clever. But I tend to think anyone who frequently uses the term "bro" might be a little "bromosexual," or hobrosexual," if you will. I mean, how soon until we get the point when you're not just sucking your buddies cock because you're both gay, but you're just giving him a "brojob." I guess this rant is only my way to say I hate the word "bro" and think frat brothers probably fuck each other, or think about it, often. So fuck you bro-sayers and frat guys!

Hey, TA for my history class, shut the fuck up. You talk like Christopher Walken, except with a weird Eastern European accent. I can't stand it. Hey, we have an essay due Thursday, and it's our first essay for the class, and you told us we only cite the two textbooks. So why do you feel the need to go out of your way in recitation to rip a new asshole to Wikipedia for 10 minutes? Oh, right, because you're a retard who wears really tight shirts to show off his muscles.

Oh, you hate Wikipedia so much that you joined an online group who goes into articles nobody reads and changes little details about a persons life and monitor them to make sure nobody catches that you're putting incorrect information into the page? And you felt the need to tell us that, and go on a rant about how Wikipedia is horrible because anybody can update it, and how it's taking away from people looking stuff up in the Oxford Journal, where you just so happen to have said you get paid to work in? Uh oh, sounds like somebody's a little jealous that nobody wants to read your fucking boring journal, douchecock.

What's that? You gave us the option to write the essay from the perspective of a few different people from colonial times, and one of them is a slave? Can I hand you five pages of scribble and say "massa no teach me how to write," and be done with your bullshit assignment? What? You told us in class you'd rather us answer question one, which is a straight essay where we could put no thought into it and get an easy A? Well I'm going to do question 2, from the perspective of a Massachusetts shoemaker, and still get an A, just to spite you. I fucking hate you.

Hey, Barack Obama, I think you're a pretty swell guy. I'm gonna vote for you. Really, I am. There's no need to keep sending me e-mails, okay. Fuck.