7:23 p.m.

Everybody was doubly annoying today. I can't explain it. I was sitting with M. and K. and I just wanted to smash their faces in with a rusty crowbar. Does that make me a bad person?

I think I'm going to put some money into stocks. I don't know how they work or what's involved, but it'd be pretty cool to go around saying "Oh, I must remember to check my stocks". Besides, seeing as I'm never going to get off my lazy ass and actually LOOK for a job, I might as well.

Philosophie is starting to sound like a lot of mumble-jumble bullshit to me. I mean, it was pretty interesting at first, but then the teacher started pissing me off.

"What is beauty?"
"It is truth."
"Ah, but what is truth?"
"It's what's real."
"Ah, but what is real?"
"It's..."

On and on and on and on and on we go, like that. It's not that I need concrete answers, it's just that if there is no answer, just say "OOP HAHA! NO ANSWER FOR YOU!" instead of ongoing endless looping crap!

Ugh.

Today was a pretty bad day. Well, not horrible, just very annoying. There's this rage that coursing through my head and I kept imagining very angry, violent thoughts. The crowbar thing for one, smashing all the windows in the school for another....I had this pretty inconsequential daydream about going up to a pregnant stranger and kicking her in the stomach, which caught me a little off guard. Maybe I'm going insane.

HULK SMASH! AAAAAH!

Yours...