I'm writing up a resumé for a stupid class that I don't even need and man, is it depressing. I'm always so fucking busy, and yet... my list of accomplishments? Skills? Hell no. I finally had to go ask my mother. *headdesk* I'm gonna end up living in a cardboard box, swear to God.
Also. Apple just e-mailed me.
...I'm not cool with that, you guys.
I'm not pro-PC, I'm just anti-Mac.