Control. Control. Control.

Oh, joy of joys. Another third period game creation class. It seems that I've lost my two buddies. One transferred out of the class, the other moved to Florida. Oh well. I accomplish more without the distraction of other obnoxious humans. Regardless, I'm absolutely bored. I finished all the work required for the first term of this class last week. I'm stuck here on the internet from hell. I'd say seventy-five percent of the sites are blocked. Puh. Simplistic game creation. Basically, every thing's done for you. Disgusting that half the people have yet to even complete the tutorial. To top it off, just two computers away is a line of immature, abhorrent, arrogant boys that are currently walking drunkenly on the thin line that keeps me from skinning them all alive. And that's being nice, for me. Sheesh.I need to remind myself to throw a pair of headphones in my bag so I can listen to music during this class. Anything to keep those jackasses off my conscious radar. Only twenty-five more minutes of this. Let's hope my tolerance holds up that long. It will. It always has. As much as I'd like to just let myself at them, I have control.

Okay, new subject as to distract myself. Let's see. Well --Oh my Gaia. If they don't quit with those aggravating soundboards-- No, no. Must keep control. Right. Anyway, as I was saying... I lost my train of thought. Hell, I don't even remember if there was a train of thought in the first place. Oh well. I'll just think of something else... If only I could think. Once again, I find myself with nothing interesting to say, this time due to the fact that Cretin, Imbecile, and Dolt won't knock it off. Honestly, how many times do you have to hear Homer say, "Someone broke the toilet" before it's not longer humorous, and merely annoying?

Ha. How the mighty have fallen. Imbecile just spazzed because of a large spider on his mouse pad. Too bad he killed the poor thing, it didn't even realize what justice it had done.

Aye, thank Gaia. There's the bell.