Tired

I'm tired. I'm tired of the state of things today. I'm tired of people like Luke blaming me for things that happen that were directely his fault, but could be slightly not really at all remotely indirectly my fault, like that time he hit my girlfriend Morgan in the face with a tennis ball and said it was my fault. I'm tired. I'm tired of failure. I'm tired of people sleeping in class. I'm tired of people who use their right hand to throw the baseball but they bat left handed. I'm tired. I'm tired of people talking. I'm tired of people who put drink mixes in a perfectly good bottle of distilled and purified water. I'm tired of people who wear hunter orange and camo even when they don't hunt. I'm tired of hicks. I'm tired of people who think all of Kentucky is like Eastern Kentucky (as far as I'm concerned Eastern Kentucky is a seperate state, kinda like Tennessee). I'm tired of racial injustice. I'm tired of reverse racism. I'm tired of white guilt. I'm tired of minorities using their minority status to get their way...just because they're a minority. I'm tired of Eminem advertising for Lipton Brisk Tea. I'm tired of Steelers fans. I'm tired. I'm tired of semi-good Super Bowl commercials. I'm tired of Spanish class. I'm tired of Apollo's gym uniform. I'm just plain tired of everything. We need to grow up, and I need to get some sleep.

And so we go.