~ Barf, Except More Elloquent ~

This morning, I spent five hours sitting in an enclosed room, not being able to go to the restroom when I needed to(for fear of losing precious time), not being able to drink when thirsty, and had dry air blowing into my eyes (which are susceptible to drying out), while typing out completely pointless essays (on such things as why a cooperative leadership is more desireable than a competitive one), answering completely pointless questions on the handwriting of Emily Dickenson, and selecting the answers to basic math problems which have no significance to my life. What a waste of time. What is even more indicative of a waste of time is the fact that I spent the last six weeks studying my little toosh off for this day. When I think of all the hundreds of totally useless words I memorized, and didn't have a use for, I kind of want to throw up. The entirety of my morning was such a load of bull, and I am seriously going to throw a shit fit if I somehow fail to get into the program to which I seek admission. Of course, I totally exceeded the score necessary for admission, so I'm hardly concerned about that. I am merely pissed about the complete wasting of my life on pointless stressful endeavors. In case anyone is interested, apparently Emily Dickenson wrote with strange handwriting and scholars have been debating whether this has significance. Otherwise known as totally useless information and all day I have felt impending emesis, which is the eloquent term for barfing.

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