There are some days that you'll go apeshit on your father and feel the need to take everyday sedatives (named perfectly brewed macchiato) just so you wouldn't shout all your hatred in his face cos that ignoble move will cost you your annual allowance (but that's my mom's job so what's the point). Just in time, a horrible announcement was made by my Stat professor saying we are somewhat required to go to her stupid make-up classes (exaggerated, we only missed three meetings, and she wants us to make up for five and a half!), scheduled every Friday of July. I already made plans. I have a life. School's Monday-Thursday, please do not steal my precious weekend. FML. Life, please be on my side.
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