Sunday nights

I forgot how shitty they are when you actually have to work the next day.
Fortunately, HBO is coming through AGAIN with the suicide prevention, but this time in the form of vampires. I just started, and already, I'm like, oh my God, whole entire cast of True Blood. You guys are fucking ridiculous. And the day I stop imagining that Bill is singing the theme song is the day I can no longer watch True Blood, because seriously, what's the point?
And I cannot understand how some people choose to make college a continuation of high school. It's starting to make me understand why people become pretentious, Chomsky-quoting pricks. It's the only time in life where knowing too much is actually the LEAST depressing option of existence. They've all had fucking lobotomies, I swear. I was THIS CLOSE to throwing the beer pong table over.
Which I told them I was gonna do about ten times and never actually did. Lucky for them.