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Once upon a midnight dreary
while I websurfed, weak and weary
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore'

I clicked my fav'rite bookmark
there suddenly came a warning
And my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour.

"'Tis not possible," I muttered,
"give me back my cheap hardcore!"
Quoth the server, "Error 404"

_{ripped off [link]}

So. It's been tensioning you see?

No, not the lack of porn goddammit.

I knew it was going to be no less difficult once I get here. But I didn't expect the difficulty to berate me this much, and moreover in the form of my own cousin.

Right, maybe I did expect that - my cousin was going to be trouble, she's always been - but I guess I was either underestimating the degree of difficulty she could bring, or I was overestimating my ability to tolerate her.

She can be intolerable sometimes.

Maybe most of the time.

But she's overall okay.

What's not okay is, I think, her boyfriend. Well, she and her boyfriend.

Long story short.

They bicker on the phone all nightmare long, depriving me and our roomie of proper sleep, conducive study environment and motivation to attend extra classes. The latter is more of said roomie's problem than mine, since I'm taking less subjects than them this semester.

Perhaps some explanation is in order.

I'm sharing my dorm with my cousin and only one other person henceforth to be referred to as "roomie". My cousin has a boyfriend, who knows her record of switching boyfriends every few times, and is currently stuck back in hometown doing nothing because he and apparently his entire family (excluding the extended ones since I am one of those) too don't believe in the power of education to provide for most of the necessities in life i.e. a bloody employment with bloody regular salary so you could feed your bloody wife/family should you decide to have one in the near future which is obviously in his current mid-term goal. So he may be a bit paranoid about being far from her now, consequently demanding to hear from her every now and then.

But as if his girlfriend have nothing better to do, he calls her a liar when she has to postpone calling him because she has more important extra classes to attend. His inability to give her his full trust is really understandable, and so is her impatience with him for that, but I really couldn't bring myself to care about any explanation they need to make clear to each other - especially as evidently I am fully capable of devising a clearer one on my own - which they fail, owing to their mutual determination in besting the other at everything, when I have to suffer being the "innocent" bystander who gets to fail this next maths quiz I'm about to take because their bickering have been getting in the way of my understanding the bloody Zero Coefficient Law or whatever it's called. Really.

He thinks he doesn't need education and can provide for his future wife/family equipped with mere wit, tact and generally omniscient being.

She believes she's ready to marry and has already found her bloody soulmate with whom to share the rest of her miserable life, and hence is in no need of further education.

They think they have a mature relationship since they've gone through "so much" and yet zero break-up, therefore completely ready for the next step.

Both have yet to reach the age of 20.

I think they can both go and fuck themselves - not each other - so long as I need not witness the horrible "matureness" of their "relationship".

No, I have talked to her about her and his stupidity. The problem was and still is her unprecedented wisdom from a history of experiences of being someone's girlfriend. Indeed.

There's no talking sense, or punching it, into this girl and I am not a person of infinite patience myself.

My point? This is a bloody asylum to where I channel my teenage angst, how can there be a bloody point?