Get your rage on.

I was going to be all poetic and merry today and tell you about all the things I like and all the good things that are happening, but here is what I would like to say instead. Just this once.
Today I like: Nothing.
Today I dislike: Everything. Including and especially you.
AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK.
So I am going to go cry into my coffee and then I am going to eat as much chocolate as I can without vomiting, and then I am going to go listen to shit electronic music like La Roux and Crystal Castles... and then I'm going to get over it for an hour and do my flute practise, because if I don't I will potentially fuck my life over even more. THEN I AM GOING TO HAVE A BATH AND LISTEN TO LCD SOUNDSYSTEM AND ADELE AND LOW AND THEN I AM GOING TO PAINT MY NAILS AND THEN I AM GOING TO SLEEP.
Then, when I wake up for 9 hours of straight classes tomorrow, I am going to wear a whole bunch of bright red things, and I am going to drink so much coffee that I will permanently shake, and I am going to go to sleep on my friend - let's call her Gretchen - Gretchen's* shoulder in my music lecture, or listen to her lovely rambling, or draw on my other friend - for similar purposes, let's call him Jeffrey - Jeffrey's* work, and I am going to glare at every crap self-righteous feminist in my lit tute and I am going to meet Anastasia*** after orchestra and STOMP OUT MY ANGRIES AND KICK SOME STUFF AND READ MY HOROSCOPE ON THE TRAIN AND CRITICISE WHATEVER IT SAYS AND THEN I WILL GET HOME AND DO NOTHING BUT WATCH CRAP TV.
And then on Friday, I will go and dance with a bunch of hippies. And maybe get really, really sloshed, if I feel like it.
And then I might feel better, maybe. Because actually, my life has decided to collapse on itself like a souffle in a cupboard in SO MANY WAYS recently, that I feel like... uh... I don't know, like kicking kittens or something. But I wouldn't because I really like cats, and when I am an old drunken spinster living alone in my dilapidated mansion, they will be my only company.
And don't get me wrong - I actually like life most of the time. Just not so much at the moment.
And I'm posting this so that when I feel like A Success (TM) I will look back and laugh raucously and say, "OH PAST ANNA! You were so silly I cannot explain how silly you were to be so bitter about life!" and then I will drink my Moet Chandon, climb into the basket of my hot air balloon with my immensely attractive French indie lover, and fly away to Paris. While eating macarons. And dancing.
Much love,
Me.

*** - I have never known anyone called Anastasia, Jeffrey or Gretchen.

P.S. I do know someone whose middle name is Anastasia however, and she is probably cooler than you, because she is cooler than most people, but that's an entirely other story.

P.P.S. One thing that just made me happy - "Don't You Forget About Me" just came on gold FM. I NEED TO GO AND WATCH THE BREAKFAST CLUB YES PLEASE.