Another Irish Drinking Song

The final paper for my CORE class was due Friday December 18th, I thought.

It's due tomorrow at 4 o'clock.


I have twenty five hours and fifteen minutes to slap this thing together.








fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Argh.

Rargh.

Grah.

My mother.

After I go and get that Facebook she SO DESPERATELY wanted me to get, she has now invoked Parental Clause Epsilon, which apparently states, "If your  child belongs to any social networking site, no matter if it's safe or not, no matter if YOU MADE THEM DO IT or not, that AUTOMATICALLY CONFERS UPON YOU THE RIGHT TO GO THROUGH THEIR GODDAMN EMAIL AND WATCH EVERYTHING ANYONE EVER WRITES ON THEIR WALL OR WHATEVER.  AND THE RIGHT TO MAKE COMMENTS ABOUT HER FRIENDS."

My anger has left me speechless, otherwise I'd be voiceposting so you can hear my seething rage.

Also, apparently it is a BAD THING to have internet friends.  Because every single person on the interwebz is a CREEPER.  YES, THEY FAKED ALL THEIR SPEECH PATTERNS AND OTHER RL/INTERNET FRIENDS AND THOSE PHOTOS OF THEM AT CONS.  THEY ARE ALL CREEPERS.  YOU STUPID CHILD.

[/inarticulate ire]

EDIT: Also, Happy Thanksgiving.  I am so thankful for this livejournal and all my wonderful creeper Internet friends.  You guys pick me up when I'm down, and make me glad to have the interwebz.  ILU all. <3