Annoyance. Irritation. BLAH! Okay, so it's not even close to that time of the month and I feel very grouchy. Maybe it's this apartment's atmosphere. I have no doubt that the inhabitants of this century-old apartment complex had built up irritation that can only be passed onto me.

Alarm clocks are so annoying. I must admit though, they do come in handy. I didn't wake up on time with my mental alarm clock. Woke up at 9:35 pm and tumbled to class. After that, I spent approximately 30 minutes regaining my senses back at my apartment. Then I tumbled once more to CS lab. Becky convinced me (well sorta) to skip my two other classes for the day. So technically, I had attended less than an hour of class today. Do I feel bad? Yeah. Good college students are oxymorons. The paradoxes that do exist aren't living a good life. Good high school students, on the other hand, do exist.
I spent a good two hours frusturated over a line of code. "Stupid machine!!! Don't you realize that the sentence matches that pattern!!! It's so obvious?!" Hmm...I guess that's where my irritation came from. The servers also went down right when I was writing some essential code.

Occasionally, I get irritated at my dad when he has a hard time communicating. Stutter stutter. I don't stutter, I mumble! His way of telling a story often goes along the way of "...and...um...there...there...there..." That irritation was related to my almost burst of sudden anger when I was speaking with Tram. The impatience stemmed from the frusturated over the program. I think I am becoming the five-year old with constant tantrums.
WHY CAN'T EVERYTHING GO MY WAY?!?!?!?!?

Alarm clocks. They suck. I downloaded a Banshee Alarm Clock to my computer last semester. I still haven't used it. It's a nice one...playing mp3s. However, I have always wanted that alarm clock from Sharper Image. The one that slowly brightens until it reaches it full lumience at the appointed time. Natural awakenings keep me going throuhout the day. That's why I use my alarm clock only in essential emergencies (oxymoron? yes).

It was the oh-so-typical-dinner yesterday night. Plus Alex. Well, hey that was about the only bonus. I was surprised that my grandfather decided not to order the usual fruit salad that he always got whenever we went to Restaurant Peony. I hated Peony the first few years when it opened. Rude waitrers. Rude hostesses. They also constantly ignored the young people in the group. (i.e. when they changed the plates, they would "forget" to take my sister's and mine. Not to mention, it happened constantly.) They got cheap though. The restaurant used to have a spiraling staircase, but it got sealed up about three years ago. Then they used to have peanuts and anchioves as appetizers. Not that I ever ate them. Now dead dried fish doesn't exist any longer. And the peanuts are stale. It's always interesting to note that the pink-striped people have to wait until the waiters come until the food can be served. They must make good money.

Yes, I know...I am wasting time. I should be in the lab. But I am rewarding myself by doing my math homework. Good stuff.