if thy heart fails thee, climb not at all
oh man. i am so sick. my nose and my ears and my throat and my eyes hurt. it's horrible. why isn't tissue soft enough? :[
i have been working on my independent studies for the past 4 hours in this chair. i never realized how awesome this desk is. i'm in our spare room and we have my papa's old desk and it's fucking huge. seriously, it's massive. you can spread out all over it. i love it. but i have done pages and pages of history notes and section reviews and shit. i am so tired of defining "limited government" because they make me do it every chapter and it's like...dude, isn't it kind of self explanitory? guess not.
luckily my bro brought me some dinner halfway through and some pills to take. i can't believe it's nine o'clock already. boo.
i basically went to school today for journalism. i don't know why. i guess i was really excited about starting our pages. but i didn't. first, in choir, i could hardly sing but i did anyway because nobody else would. mass is teaching the newbies solfege and they are so afraid of singing the wrong note i just have to do it for them. it's hella easy too, so i don't know what's wrong with them. introducing a new syllable to them is like pulling teeth.
then i took this hella easy civics test in CIS, and that was pretty cool.
chemistry is pretty awesome because we don't do anything. i just basically stood there and talked to becca and tianna the whole time.
then trig dragged on forever and i wanted to die because the tissue box was all the way across the room.
it seemed like nobody was there in journalism today. they were, but they weren't. i sat there and typed a bunch of numbers over and over. it was like lost style. lehrmann thinks i should do a poll of if people think meredith is going to pick mcdreamy or mcvet and put the stats on our pages. i think it's an awesome idea. i am kind of lazy though.
damn this is a long entry...it just doesn't look like it cause its all stretched out. congratulations to anyone who read all that bs.
i am so weak. i can't even survive a week without my parents. i just want someone to take care of me right now. i feel like i have so much pressure, and i can't manage it. i guess i'm not as independent as i thought, but i just feel hella alone in my house. it's nice sometimes, but it's weird not being able to talk to my dad all the time and sit with him and watch him work. they will be home this weekend, though.
i do feel like i've been hit by a truck. and fyi luke, i am aware that being hit by a truck must be considerably painful. but man...my head is like 1000 pounds. iiiiiiii want apple juice.
theeeeeeeeee end.
i have been working on my independent studies for the past 4 hours in this chair. i never realized how awesome this desk is. i'm in our spare room and we have my papa's old desk and it's fucking huge. seriously, it's massive. you can spread out all over it. i love it. but i have done pages and pages of history notes and section reviews and shit. i am so tired of defining "limited government" because they make me do it every chapter and it's like...dude, isn't it kind of self explanitory? guess not.
luckily my bro brought me some dinner halfway through and some pills to take. i can't believe it's nine o'clock already. boo.
i basically went to school today for journalism. i don't know why. i guess i was really excited about starting our pages. but i didn't. first, in choir, i could hardly sing but i did anyway because nobody else would. mass is teaching the newbies solfege and they are so afraid of singing the wrong note i just have to do it for them. it's hella easy too, so i don't know what's wrong with them. introducing a new syllable to them is like pulling teeth.
then i took this hella easy civics test in CIS, and that was pretty cool.
chemistry is pretty awesome because we don't do anything. i just basically stood there and talked to becca and tianna the whole time.
then trig dragged on forever and i wanted to die because the tissue box was all the way across the room.
it seemed like nobody was there in journalism today. they were, but they weren't. i sat there and typed a bunch of numbers over and over. it was like lost style. lehrmann thinks i should do a poll of if people think meredith is going to pick mcdreamy or mcvet and put the stats on our pages. i think it's an awesome idea. i am kind of lazy though.
damn this is a long entry...it just doesn't look like it cause its all stretched out. congratulations to anyone who read all that bs.
i am so weak. i can't even survive a week without my parents. i just want someone to take care of me right now. i feel like i have so much pressure, and i can't manage it. i guess i'm not as independent as i thought, but i just feel hella alone in my house. it's nice sometimes, but it's weird not being able to talk to my dad all the time and sit with him and watch him work. they will be home this weekend, though.
i do feel like i've been hit by a truck. and fyi luke, i am aware that being hit by a truck must be considerably painful. but man...my head is like 1000 pounds. iiiiiiii want apple juice.
theeeeeeeeee end.