"I hate my Life: haha"
well, this weekend was probably the least sucessful i've had given the amount of time i had.
very little to do to make this an accomplished weekend, and i screwed it up.
good news?: cornell takes the higest subscores for SAT helping me MUCHO!
so i watched a midsummer night's dream yesterday with the 'rents. I have to say it was quite inconclusive. i liked the storyline, and kevin kline was great, but i think SHakespeare left out key parts to the story.
Then, while my parents and sister were out for the night, i went and picked up taco bell for my randfather and i. he wanted a taco salad and i wanted a mexican pizza + burrito. I go there, order it, EMPHASIZING, LIKE WE ALWAYS DO, to substitute beans for meat in EVERYTHING! i said it atleast four times, and when i brought it home hurriedly, knowing gramps was hungry, i saw that they covered the taco salad with their ground beef. I felt terrible. Luckily, i ordered a lot for myself, and was at least able to provide him with two burritos. Jeez, i'm lamenting over taco salad-anyway...it was as if all i had to do was purchase food for my grandpa and i couldn't even do that. So i went to the gas station to throw it away, and with that went another shred of respect i had for TAco Bell.
Today, i had ALL DAY pretty much to do so much homework, and to be SO FAR AHEAD.
i barely finished what's due for tomorrow. what a jackasss...i've never been angrier at myself. i have no excuse for people who i want to hangout with but can't. because if i was more efficient, i probably would be able to hang out more often. I'm the only idiot in the world who requires twelve hurs for 30 minutes of work. i'm so frustrated! i feel inept...like i don't deserve anything if this is how i take advantage of my time.
this morning, i watched a fat squirrel eat berrieds off the tips of the branches of this tree that extends above my bedroom. it had me in a trance singing "something's coming" for a good 15 minutes. how weird? if there was something in nature to write a poem about, it probably isn't this fat squirrel eating berries, which might be poisonous, but i bet there are tons of poems on fat squirrels because i don't understand it, and if it was something i don't see as poetry, than it probably is.
furthermore, girls are driving me insane. i don't even want to talk about it. i'm such a moron, and i can't talk about it. insano.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
i'm going to bed so i get more than 6 hours. This week could have been the easiest, best week ever,...but the JACKASS DITHU had to ruin it by procrastinating his ass all day.
what did claudio say once... "pull the trigger and the nightmare stops..." maybe i should listen to some coheed. i miss them.
~dithu
p.s. many of you may have already heard some of these things today, which is exacttly why i need to talk about it. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN AND WITHOUT DISTRACTION DO WORK FOR AN HOUR. but i can't go ten minutes without calling someone. am i really that in need of communication that i get negative wrok done for it? something's not right.
p.s.s. for what it's worth, i beat zack friedman in ping-pong. next challenge: señor mcMullen.
very little to do to make this an accomplished weekend, and i screwed it up.
good news?: cornell takes the higest subscores for SAT helping me MUCHO!
so i watched a midsummer night's dream yesterday with the 'rents. I have to say it was quite inconclusive. i liked the storyline, and kevin kline was great, but i think SHakespeare left out key parts to the story.
Then, while my parents and sister were out for the night, i went and picked up taco bell for my randfather and i. he wanted a taco salad and i wanted a mexican pizza + burrito. I go there, order it, EMPHASIZING, LIKE WE ALWAYS DO, to substitute beans for meat in EVERYTHING! i said it atleast four times, and when i brought it home hurriedly, knowing gramps was hungry, i saw that they covered the taco salad with their ground beef. I felt terrible. Luckily, i ordered a lot for myself, and was at least able to provide him with two burritos. Jeez, i'm lamenting over taco salad-anyway...it was as if all i had to do was purchase food for my grandpa and i couldn't even do that. So i went to the gas station to throw it away, and with that went another shred of respect i had for TAco Bell.
Today, i had ALL DAY pretty much to do so much homework, and to be SO FAR AHEAD.
i barely finished what's due for tomorrow. what a jackasss...i've never been angrier at myself. i have no excuse for people who i want to hangout with but can't. because if i was more efficient, i probably would be able to hang out more often. I'm the only idiot in the world who requires twelve hurs for 30 minutes of work. i'm so frustrated! i feel inept...like i don't deserve anything if this is how i take advantage of my time.
this morning, i watched a fat squirrel eat berrieds off the tips of the branches of this tree that extends above my bedroom. it had me in a trance singing "something's coming" for a good 15 minutes. how weird? if there was something in nature to write a poem about, it probably isn't this fat squirrel eating berries, which might be poisonous, but i bet there are tons of poems on fat squirrels because i don't understand it, and if it was something i don't see as poetry, than it probably is.
furthermore, girls are driving me insane. i don't even want to talk about it. i'm such a moron, and i can't talk about it. insano.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
i'm going to bed so i get more than 6 hours. This week could have been the easiest, best week ever,...but the JACKASS DITHU had to ruin it by procrastinating his ass all day.
what did claudio say once... "pull the trigger and the nightmare stops..." maybe i should listen to some coheed. i miss them.
~dithu
p.s. many of you may have already heard some of these things today, which is exacttly why i need to talk about it. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO SIT DOWN AND WITHOUT DISTRACTION DO WORK FOR AN HOUR. but i can't go ten minutes without calling someone. am i really that in need of communication that i get negative wrok done for it? something's not right.
p.s.s. for what it's worth, i beat zack friedman in ping-pong. next challenge: señor mcMullen.