That dj rocks.

Jamie developed an interesting theory. Maybe that's why I have undergone intense periods of stress; I'm in an environment that's trying to kill me, and my condition must be pretty bad since whenever I think of sex I get violently angry, yell and scream and rant and rave about girls, and then proceed to shoot well in a match. Maybe that's why I did so badly last match.

I am sitting here at my computer, debating whether I should eat, on guard for a controls test, feeling like complete shit due to a campus-wide cold epidemic, sitting here with 3 layers of clothes on because I'm fricking shivering, and listening to Slayer.

Someone get me out of here.