Fuck that bibliography.
Toughest fricking semester of my life. This semester was actually tougher than the one semester I took 28 credits and contracted pneumnia.
Music for frozen coffee-slurping suburban punks who drive to the mall in their mommy's minivans to buy Star Wars t-shirts and heavy metal key chains from Hot Topic on Sunday mornings. I'm sad that I'm crazy. I'm even sadder that you're stupid.