The formerly calming confession

Hi. I started off in a decent enough mood when I started this entry. The initial title was "Calming Confession." Now however, I am SO fuckin Pissed. The stupid fuck I had to call my comm theory teacher gave me a fuckin D+ in the stupid class. Why couldn't the stupid asshole give me a C-? I got a D on the final paper. Most teachers give papers back in case you have a Question, but not this fucko. He submitted the damned grades at the last possible minute, probably because he fucked a bunch of students up. What a fucking moron he is, I am SO fuckin mad right now. I wanna cry, I wanna cuss that son of a bitch out, I wanna do SO many things, I am going through a bunch of emotions right now, I probably should wait to write this, but I like you people to know my TRUE thoughts and feelings. My feeling now? Anger at the man. Why the hell would he do that? I was out 1 class, I know my exams were kinda bad, my highest was a C, but I am a writer, I do well on essays and stuff, I know on one paper I forgot an article, but I know I had everything I needed for that last piece of shit, GOD I am SO mad. I have the right mind to write him a nasty email, since I dont wanna see his face again. I failed the last test because I was sick when I took it, but I had a D+ after that, How the fuck does my grade go up 1 point? how the fuck did I get a D on that paper. I know it wasn't A material, but I would have thought a C- at least. and still, with a D+, he couldnt give me the extra point to give me a C-? I am sick and tired of my comm classes anyway, I did way better in my law classes, maybe that is where my heart really is, I got a C+ in intercultural communications too, That stupid foreign bitch can't teach tho, how the hell do you take points off because I was sick? The damned Communication department at Rowan are idiots I guess. I am GLAD as hell I am a Journalism major. After this semester, I am DONE with dealing with the communications depatment. THANK GOD!
THink happy thoughts Lavender, happy thoughts...
HEy, the situation with Seth is simmering. We still don't talk, and lately I have wanted him badly, but I resisted the temptation of calling him, emailing him, or even talking to him. He wants to be a personal trainer. He is studying like mad, and it looks so cute, but alas, I am not talking to him. When he comes around, I get pissed because I know I want him, and I feel like he knows I want him, and he is just throwing it all in my face. Oh well.
In other news, I am still dreadfully single. It sucks, but hopefully things will look up soon. I am back!
I apologize if this confession offended anyone, but I needed to get this all out.
Until I confess again...