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Whoops. Okay, so I'm vaguely brain-damaged. I forgot that the ebay win was for the documentary about Company and the half.com purchase was for the CD. So I don't have an extra after all-- but I do have the documentary! My own mental deficiency has created my own little self-made Christmas morning!

In other news, I am always the first person out of the room after an exam and so far it hasn't turned out bad for me yet. Always. I think I aced that sumbitch. If I didn't, my professor is retarded. And I managed to use my "does a bear shit in the woods" example to illustrate the maxim of relevance in Grice's cooperative principles, although I did chicken out in the end and write "[defecate]" instead of "shit".

In other-other news, I am extremely upset with my father right now. He can't answer the phone like a human being and apparently, while I was out today, it cost my sister a job. She's depressed enough about unemployment. Today someone called to offer her a job, and my dad answered the phone and, like a lunatic and a madman, when she asked him to take a message because she wasn't up to a phone interview at the moment, he began yelling at her over and over "it's a job offer, answer the phone, it's a job offer" while the person on the other line could hear every word. She went into our room to get away with him and he followed her, banging on the door. The other person was on the line the whole time, hearing all this. The man needs professional help. How dare he. I am livid. The person was still interested and said she'd email Kirsten about the job, despite my father's social incompetence. But how dare he do that to her. Why can't he take a message like a normal human being? And he didn't even apologize to her after. They're still fighting about it. That asshole. That fucking asshole.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:03 PM | shower me with attention