All the live long day
Well, I should be working on Chemistry or Sociology or something, but I'm a little burned out. I'm hoping a little Livejournal writing will help. All in all, that's really my only other option for these next two hours (work starts at four). I could eat, but I need to wait till my paycheck to start spending money again. I don't have a single dollar on me, and I've got hardly anything in my checking.
It's not bad, waiting for work to begin. As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go study some more. I need to study more, anyway. I want to do well in my classes. I want to do so well that I amaze myself with all that I am able to accomplish. I'll do every optional homework assignment and every reading, and every extra credit assignment. In fact, my teacher said that we can get 25 points extra credit by tallying obese, fat, and normal weight people for an hour at the mall and indicating whether or not the children beside them were of similar weight. He said he preferred that we go to West Town, though, and I'm not certain I'm willing to drive there, nor am I certain that Dad would be comfortable with me going there in the Saturn. Eh. He gave us unlimited time. I'm sure the opportunity will present itself, eventually.
Jay's girlfriend wrote him a poem for Valentine's day. It was pretty good for a highschooler. Her rhythm was exceptional, but a few lines seemed forced. She has really good potential. She was upstairs, having dinner with the family, last night, and I got to meet her a second time. I found her a lot more interesting this time. Jay was in his usual touchy-feely mode and I was about ready to gag. Still, it was sweet. Later I went downstairs and watched an anime I borrowed.
It's not bad, waiting for work to begin. As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go study some more. I need to study more, anyway. I want to do well in my classes. I want to do so well that I amaze myself with all that I am able to accomplish. I'll do every optional homework assignment and every reading, and every extra credit assignment. In fact, my teacher said that we can get 25 points extra credit by tallying obese, fat, and normal weight people for an hour at the mall and indicating whether or not the children beside them were of similar weight. He said he preferred that we go to West Town, though, and I'm not certain I'm willing to drive there, nor am I certain that Dad would be comfortable with me going there in the Saturn. Eh. He gave us unlimited time. I'm sure the opportunity will present itself, eventually.
Jay's girlfriend wrote him a poem for Valentine's day. It was pretty good for a highschooler. Her rhythm was exceptional, but a few lines seemed forced. She has really good potential. She was upstairs, having dinner with the family, last night, and I got to meet her a second time. I found her a lot more interesting this time. Jay was in his usual touchy-feely mode and I was about ready to gag. Still, it was sweet. Later I went downstairs and watched an anime I borrowed.