Annoyed by rash of thefts at my school. Stuff like that just makes me want to pummel someone. Aside from the fact that it makes more work for me. (I know, i'm whining a little).

Perfection, where are you? Are you in the 100th digit of Pi? Are you in blades of grass? Are you in a long-lost sonnet? Are you in an untapped portion of the mind?