i hate stupidity. which inheritly means i hate driving, since all the stupidity of all the people on the roads is brought to a crescendo around my vehicle. please, don't use your turn signal. i don't need to know what erractic paths your whimsy will direct your little european car. oh, and just now, i was trying to take a nap. i just wanted 3 more minutes. but no. my sister had to start her american idol audition. i had asked her nicely to be quiet before, so why should ask again? i gave her a chance and toughed it out for a minute (a muscle-tensing, impatient minute that i could have spent resting on the thought plane) before i let out a short, irritated "shhh!" common courtesy would dictate being quiet. i would have, and i do when i am asked. but she let out a awful, defiant trumpet and kept on just long enough to be a butthole. what she couldn't see beneath the afgan blanket was my balled fists and my face bending around a scowl. so i threw off the blanket, cranked up my iPod, and posted this entry. nothing productive, but it's better than what i could've done.