Okay, I'm pissed. I am pissed.

I made the mistake of mentioned to the assfaced pigs in my astrophysics class that I am writing a novel. When the fucksticks wanted more information, I said it was a fantasy story; knights and ladies and elves and all that. So what did they do? They decide I must be ripping off Lord of the Rings and proceed to spend the next half an hour teasing me about it.

"What's it called? 'The Duke of the Bracelets'?"

Har har har de fucking har, dickhead.

There are a lot of things I will put up with, but that is not one of them. I get inspiration from a lot of places, and yes, it was LotR that made me want to write about elves, but my elves are not Tolkien's and my story bears no resemblance to his books... and they have absolutely no right to make fun of something I've worked so hard at when they know nothing about it!

You want to mock something of mine that you've read? Go for it! I don't ask that you like my stuff... but I ask that you read it before you pass goddamn judgement on it! And yes, I'm sure they thought they were just joking... but they can heat that up red-hot and stick it in their assholes. Do they think I'm so lacking in creativity that I'd have to resort to plagiarizing something? And do they really think I wouldn't mind them joking about such a thing.

I have no words bad enough for them. Asshats, motherfuckers, jerkfaces, self-absorbed, left-brained philistines who have probably never had a single creative thought in their entire fucking lives. They owe me $4.80 for the sundae I bought to try and cheer myself back up... because it didn't even work.