Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Alix Olson - Bedtime Poem

"You always wanted a bedtime poem, maybe this is the one that will finally make you cry"
So, my inbox is full of drama, due to this thing I half-heartedly agreed to be in on, due to a certain feeling of obligation. And the people are all acting like childish bastards (well, two or three of them are), and I think I'm the youngest, and I mostly just want to resign in silence or slam some heads together and shout and beg people to act their age or something. Good lord, I hate people sometimes. But not really, I just hate the way they need to misinterpret one another, the way they need to read themselves into every little comment.

Gah. I want someone to cry, and I don't want it to be me.

(In other news I forgot to tell you yesterday, Gøril did a tarot-thing and decided that I'm meeting the love of my life tomorrow. Yay:> Hehe:>) And I'm sick'ish and it bothers me and we were supposed to find out what poems we're working on yesterday, but our teacher has forgotten us and it bothers me, and the other teacher isn't saying anything either, and I need some feedback. This just isn't the kind of day I like having, but I can't go back to bed either, and I'm still freezing and wah.

Also, Sabby, I apologize for making that remark about marriage-protection week, and I would do something to oppose it, but it seems somewhat hard when one is located on the other side of the world. (also, it's weird to me that the newspapers I read every day haven't said a word about it yet, you'd think they wouldn't mind the chance to do a bit of bush-bashing... odd)