Ok, so the title's a little misleading. It wasn't really a bitch fight, per se, but the point is really the same, sorta. I got in a nasty little argument w/ our science substitute. Yeah, so I lost it a little, but she was taking swings at me in front of the class and it's not like I really did anything particularly over-the-top to her. I just made her look like an idiot and she got wicked pissed. Whatever.
So my parents railed against me a little, but that's fine. I sorta deserved it. SORTA. Anyway, I figured out the problem with the world is, as my parents so eloquently put it, that being nice and a kiss-ass gets you farther than being smart. What the hell have things come to?
Taylor had my listen to Panic! at the Disco and it was really good, I must say. So now I'm poking around and looking at some other stuff. Working on rewrite of the ending of HotC for the third time. Liking it very much. Nearly done.
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