pithecanthropus erectus

i guess at some point this shit won't be cute anymore but right now i have to walk around in sweat pants and a sweater not shaven for almost a week and slippers, too annoyed to call the super again after he failed to show up on monday to fix this and that, after i woke him up (!) at 10:20 am. i guess it's one of those days again when the chronic dysthymia is all powerful and the world could just go off and fuck itself. and what a sorry world this can be at times. did anybody see saddam creaming that poor judge? i guess you don't get to be a mass murdering maniac if you can't verbally put down a judge.
i want to scream a fuck you to that russian girl that's in two of my classes and can't stop smiling. i've seen her outside class too and she walks around smiling. what's there to smile about, all the time? fuck you unknown girl.
god i wish i could say i feel so much better now. my plan for the day to read that one statistics chapter on 1 way anova and then watch some larry david. i think he fits perfectly with the mood. my pledge to my readers, a new post every other day even if it's just a rant like this. tomorrow, a note on consciousness.