Oh tha mise fo gruammen

Yeah, that's right, I sometimes use Gaelic. I know it's probably spelled wrong too.

This phrase is a song title of a lament. It was written by immigrants from Scotland who settled in central Canada. The song describes how strange this new place is and how they miss home. The translation of the title is, 'Oh I am Unhappy.'

That's pretty much me right now.

And the angst fest begins...now

-I have a painful, peeling sunburn covering my face.

-I have a cold, and constantly need to latch myself to the nearest kleenex box or toilet paper dispenser.

-My friend's dog is dying, and I can't do anything to help.

-I am also known as the 'Gross nerdy kid.' My real name is constantly spelled wrong, so i'm not sure if this is a step up or not.

-My online course stuff won't work. I'm the only one who can't make it work, and it makes me look like a moron.

-My hall mates are douchebags. Pardon my french. (Yes, it's french.) Quiet hours mean 'Shut up!' That means volume down, use an indoor voice, and for god's sake no rough housing in the halls! What are you? Five!?

That's about it for now. No wait, one more thing. I hate boys. Can't a single boy talk to a girl or about a girl without looking for 'something?' Is that really too much to ask of you're half of the species? I suppose it is. I'm not apologizing either. Not until you prove to me you can think with your heads, not you're...well, man parts.

Girls, just because I'm not a drinking slut doesn't mean I have no life or personality. Get this through your bimbo heads.

Teachers! Stop assuming everyone is tech savy! I can't use this stuff unless you show me. Stop doing this to me and help me fix the problem.

Anyways, life is sucky. I hope it improves before I kill someone. It's bloody hard to hide bodies in a residence building.