because I’ve felt it coming for a while and I can still it’s just a big long string of nothing. Like, doing-everything-except-homework-while-listening-to-Juan-Mayer-and-talking-about-myself nothing. It also has too much caps.
THINGS I WANT TO SHOUT REAL LOUD-LIKE:
1. hey YOU: your email made me mad today mainly because it was mean. thanks for ruining what was going to be a non-significant, results-less psychology study. now I can study my own aggression.
Hostile Aggression (she would really like to hit this person)
Relational Aggression (she would really like to say things like “you big fatso, no one could ever love you” to this person)
Frustration-Aggression (she is upset at this person for interfering with her goal of getting an okay grade in her psyc lab)
2. hey YOU: for some strange reason, the aforementioned survey has somehow gotten 415 responses. so you disabled it because the limit is 350. so now I have to pay to get my data. but of course i’m not going to do that, so i’m going to fail this assignment and fail this class and LAKJDLKDJFL. more like qualtrics.con*
*see what I did?
I replaced m with an n
so now it is con instead of com
and it means that qualtrics cheats and steals from people.
1. That being said.. can I just say that I really really liked Mr. Brain Wash throughout the entirety ofBanksy’s (Bansky)’s movie? Because I did. I thought he was brilliant. When he spilled paint all over his car and when he kept hitting his camera with walls as he walked down the street and when he made Park Amusement into Art Amusement and when he replaced Elvis’s guitar with a Fisher Price gun and when he was… when he was… when he was… when he was… when he is… when he is … what he represents… he is… he is…