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Oh, man. I am sooooo screwed.

And the man behind me keeps humming. This is one of my biggest pet peeves. He's kind of irritating anyways. I'm never going to get this done. I'm not competent enough, and I don't really like it in any event. And I'm sick. And hungry. Oh well, enough bitching. Hiya, grindstone.

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The other reason I hate the guy behind me? He watches what I do on the computer and makes a running commentary. I mean, I realize it's a public computer, but jesus. Could you at least pretend to respect my privacy a little? I was checking my deviantart watchlist and there was a fanart of Stephanie Brown and the guy behind me was like, "A girl robin!? Hahahaha!" Which I kind of ignored and then he was like, "Is that for real? Is that really a girl robin? That's just so wrong." And I got squiggly little anger lines over my head, and said, "She was Robin for a few months a couple of years ago, but they killed her off." And he said, "Obviously." And I said, "Dipshit."

At least there's only one class left. I'm not sure I could withstand the new amounts of awkward.