Grah. Bad night....

Well, okay. I get home from school & it's not that bad. I'm bored out of my mind, but that's nothing new. I do my chores, that's expected. I sit around looking cute & try to get into the gaming crowd. Fat chance of actually getting anything done without getting picked on....Not to mention the fact that I'd made a statement about entering WWIII twice in one night within 2 hours of each other...on a Wednesday during a pizza party, in which half of the populus inhabiting the living room already knows that we went to war 2 hours ago. Nobody tells me anything at all. I didn't know half of the people actually heard me the first time when I said it...I didn't know half the people actually watched the news before showing up....