I'm going to the UF vs. FSU game tomorrow. I'm a HUGE UF fan (my grandparents and aunts went there and I've had family living in Gainesville since the early 40's.), but I am going to the game with FSU fans. WHATDOIWEAROMFGLOLFDHUAILOFHEUAIOHUVAWROFFLCOPTER!

I really, truly do not understand people. At all. I don't understand how you can have your own personal little "posse" and then be absolutely hideous to every other person on the planet. Seriously, guys? Are we in sixth grade again? This is like the movie "Mean Girls" reincarnate. Hint hint: You are, inside, one of the ugliest people I have ever met in my entire life. I almost feel sorry for you, but not quite. You see, the thing is, you can call me a "psycho tourette's bitch" all you want, but I'm not going to be the one crying in a year or two because I'm not the one who is an all-around, downright MEAN person.

I just realized that I totally missed my two-year devART anniversary.


My, how the time flies...

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is slightly less interesting than listening to smooth jazz.

...and English used to be my favorite subject. Snore.