GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...
THE NERVE OF PEOPLE. I wanted to be a journalist at the EYP summer session, right?
Well, there can only be so many journos from one country, and 3 people who have more
recommendations than I do have applied as well. They KNEW I wanted to go. GRR. Fuck.
PISS IT. AARGH. I'll now have to be a delegate. I didn't WANT to be a delegate. FUCK ALL.

Bugger. I'm going to be the best fucking delegate they've ever seen goddammit.

Ok, I said out loud some of the things about certain people that i'd never dare record on here,
and am now relatively calm. Shit happens. Sitt niff.

In other news? Hmm... I've crapped up the end of my high school year. It''s going to be lots of
work from now on for the next 2 months.

me.