Obsessed

So I have been so busy following twits regarding Erin Andrews videos in hopes of finding another jewel in the video treasure. Well. For now, I only got the 911 call but the video was way way way way way way explosive, I'm telling you.

Trump cards

We need to arrange the trump cards. Amf. They're asking me to arrange them; first by mass, then by length, then by other parameters. Oh how I wish the compareTo function in Java.

Shattered Dreams

In as much as I would want to rant about my effed up exam, I choose not to. I could be better in another field, perhaps writing would be it. Maybe I could start it here. Or maybe, I could be a swimmer. I have always wanted that toned body. But one thing I fear most happened recently. I don't wanna delve in to the topic. It's the Ricky Berens swimsuit disaster, if you know what I mean.

OC-ness

When a person is neat, he is usually suspected to be an OC.

I don't think so. OC is some kinda common psychological disorder now, but I don't think it's that common.

OC over eveything

Being an OC is just about as dreadful as being a nagger. The desire for perfection and control over things is an inevitable trait that is abhorred by the direct contact. I admit that it is getting into my nerves more often than not. But as I have said, such desire to take full control over people and circumstances is nothing but a helpless vice. At some point, it grinds my gears that some people lack the proper judgment that we were all supposedly blessed. Take the case of Erin Andrews Peephole Tape. These incidences are just beyond our control. And this sucks.