I needs must curse!

The weather is getting to me.  Really.  Enough already with the fucking snow.  It's only 9:06 on Tuesday morning and I'm cranky as hell.  A large percentage of said crankiness is the fact that I'm at DU, the lesser deals with people in general.  These are the things I'd like to know:

(1)  What in the holy hell gives semi-truck drivers the right to travel in the left lane of the freeway, particularly during heavy traffic?

(2) Why must stupid text-messaging girls text on the stairway and walk down the center so that no one can get past them?

(3)  Why, why, WHY do people decide it's okay to cut you off or nearly hit you because of their own driving faults and then flip you off?

(4) Why do stupid, testosterone pumped men decide that you telling them they are bad drivers when they nearly run you over in a parking lot crosswalk think they can wait for you to come out of the supermarket to personally threaten you with physical violence (true story, Jamison, last night at the Safeway)?

(5) Why must everything having to do with cell phones, cable companies, banks, and university administrations be exceedingly difficult, if not impossible, to manage?

(6)  Why do most of the girls at DU look like clones of one another, and subsequently, clones of Britney Spears?

My teacher at my class at the gym tried to kill me last night, and nearly succeeded.  I love her class, and both my body and mirror image owe her a debt of gratitude, but damn.  I worked too hard, got my heart rate and blood pressure too high, sweat out too much fluid, and found myself feeling nauseated and achy the rest of the night.  To no surprise, I still feel that way this morning, which only adds salt to my already briny state of mind.  I am tired.  Of.  Everything.

Yesterday's Fiction Theory class was, again, nearly unbearable.  Turns out the guy sitting next to me was "presenting" and thus I could not sit and grade papers without being blatantly rude.  It was another many-paged, un-proofread document that made me want to punch people or claw my eyes out just so I wouldn't have to look at it.  Again, I like the class itself (that is, the reading, the discussion with the prof, but my classmates... I won't go on about them anymore I suppose except to say that a few of them may not scrape by this term unscathed if I have anything to say about it).  

Let me sum up by saying: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr