I'm feeling pretty pissed off right now, but only because boredom is taking over me. I actually have fuck all to do. I've been waiting for over 20 minutes for somebody interesting to sign into MSN or Facebook, but there's been no luck so far. I could be using this time to make a start on my English essay, but I don't see the point. I fucking hate Frankenstein and everything about it. Victor's creation is a deformed dickmunch. I understand that the audience are meant to feel sorry for him. Damn right I'm fucking sorry. Sorry that this pile of shite was even written and published in the first place. Why couldn't we study something interesting? Perhaps then I'd be more motivated to study the ambiguities of language. I really do need to put all this anger a side and write the fucker otherwise I might just have a breakdown.

Another thing that I'm angry about is the fact that we have a load of mock exams in the middle of our science coursework. How the fuck am I meant to plan our preliminary experiment if I'm missing all my science lessons? Mr. Malpass hasn't even written down what we're meant to be doing yet. He expects us to get on with it just because we're in the top set. I'm slightly annoyed that I'm going to end up doing it alone because Emma wasn't in school when it was "explained" to us. This means that she knows even less than me and I have no one to ask for help. Oh well, if it's anywhere near as good as my business coursework, then I'll get a D.

AND FUCK YOU WORLD.