Okay, so I'm sitting there, bawling my eyes out after BSG killing off my favorite character. When this happened for Harry Potter, I called my best friend and ranted and bitched about I hated that book and I wanted Rowling to burn, and then I calmed down and moved on.
So I IM a friend to vent about BSG. All I need is ten minutes of her listening to me whine and blubber and then I will shut up and talk about something else. Does she just sit there and nod? No. Instead she has to say shit like, "Well, unless his name is in the title of the show, the writers can kill him off," and "Well, MY favorite character in this show one time...."
...Um. Not helpful. Please shut the hell up.
So, stupidly, I call my mom. She lets me rant about five minutes about my friend being a bitch, and then ten about BSG being the devil incarnate...and as soon as I finish, starts telling me about how I have no friends and am antisocial and need to interact with people in RL. Never mind that the friend I'd been talking to was from my old university. She still apparently doesn't count as a real friend. This doesn't help my emotional state, because I've been a hermit for the past semester because my best friend here has been busy with school and I have no social interactions outside of her and her roommate and cousin and I'm fucking shit at making friends and interacting with people, even when I want to.
Needless to say, I start feeling like shit again. And then she goes on to talk about how as soon as I get home I'm expected to get my learner's permit (never mind that I haven't looked at any the Virginia laws of driving since, um, I was 16 and wouldn't pass the test) and how I need to shape up and get my life in order.
So yeah, I think I just need to crawl into bed and just ignore the rest of this shitastic day. Because people are just sucking hard right now, and I want to punch someone in the face.
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