I've got Kitty Pride and Nightcrawler, too.

I spent £80 last night, now I need to learn how to roll. I know the technique, I'm just a bit cack-handed. Also tobacco is more expensive than I thought.
I need to watch Amelie soon, too, but I never watch films alone, they take up a lot of time. Jor'll need to force me. A woman sat with me at work all day today do log what I do and when (Jack finished the statements at 9.44am and went to the restroom, returning at 9.50am, a long time to ‘powder his nose’!” FUCK YOU!), and the work I do is somewhat sporadic (I'd think I had ADHD sometimes if that wasn't a made-up, bollocks condition attached to little shits who weren't raised right (even though I was), but I suppose my attention span is just considerably shorter when it comes to boring shit at work), I'm worried I'll get in trouble for not doing enough. I guess I'm pretty lazy, but can you blame me? Well, yes, but the job doesn't suit me (even co-workers agree). It isn't supposed to be fun, though; it's WORK. Yeah but fuck you, I'm 18, life is supposed to be fun at this point. I'm gonna stay 18 forever. I hate "maturity"; why the fuck should I start being sensible and reasonable just because everyone else is? I'm gonna go straight from adolescent (pro-typical nonconformist) "rebel" to senile; fuck middle age and all that shit. I realise I'm not really a rebel, resistance is futile, I'm barely original, I like to think I'm interesting at times to a certain extent, but so are most people (otherwise conversing would be more defunct than it already is). But I never want to act a certain way just because I feel I have to. I will react to a situation according to my own judgement, thanks.
Also, if I smoke my earnings away this year, hopefully the senility will have an early onset... as in before I hit 21. I'm gonna be the best fuckin' physicist ever. My hero is probably Professor Farnsworth, no matter how fictional he may or may not be. I'm rambling, so that's a good start.
Where was I?
Mmm, I need to calm down again. People really do piss me off so much, why is that? Why does no one else see how fucking ARGH people are/can be? Or, why am I the only one who cares so much?
Someone give me a decent paradox, and then someone else suggest a philosophical point tom muse about.

Now… Well go on, what are you still reading this for? Post a freaking comment! Don’t read the bit below, just post a comment!

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Reverse psychology, innit, sucker. I knew curiosity would get the best of you. Now comment.