Bitch.

NOTE: Blog likely to offend.

Hello and welcome back to school for the last term of your schooling lives.

See, when you're at University, it isn't school anymore. It's tertiary. Defs not school. Nobody went through 13 years of school to spend another 3-5 years at school. How's school? "How's Uni?" I often forget that people are at this so coveted Uni, I call it school. You're there to learn right? School it is.

Annnywaayy... Near pointless, somewhat arrogant statement.

Today Greg referred to me as being a bitch. Ouch. Gee, that really hurt my ego, Greg. Here I am thinking we were buddies. Why blog this? Why put it out to the public, besides for the reason of incriminating Greg? Anger? Disappointment? Notification. Hey, it's still a school blog. Good old school yard bitching eh? Could just be me, in this bitter mood, but lately I have been feeling the bitch.

Let's look at this idea closer. 'The bitch' is a flexible idea. One of my personal definitions is: when you spend too long with a person you notice their downfalls and well, bitch. "Oh, but good friends never do that." Screw it. The good ones love you regardless of yoursometimes bitchy, bitter moods. Let's rather make drama out of nothing. It worked for Shakespeare.

We've only got three weeks left with each other and frankly, I'm pretty tired. Self induced? Possibly. Rewarding? Possibly, to an extent. Tired of doing things to 'make things better' for others when, really, I've been told -I don't have to. Too bad. Already doing it. Soon I can leave all of this behind, laugh, and have a pint in a Uni bar. Hahahahahah! Pint.

I didn't really mean to call this blog 'bitch'. Maybe more, 'self deprecation' or 'get-over-myself'. It is what it is. Here is a pleasant photo of today to remind you that when life throws a bitch at you, screw it, at least someone's happier than you.

I'll unwind when I want to. Hahahahahah! Pint.

Bitch you later, bitches.