Plaster People and the Bees that Love Them
I came home from school in an inexplicably bad mood, but then Chem Lab made me feel better. Plus I had a new fashion magazine waiting for me upon my return. I think we finally got good data, but I'm not certain yet. We still have to work it up. I'm going in tomorrow to play with the centrifuge for a little, which should be fun. It's such a chore to go there, but I love being there.
I decided what to do with my green seersucker today. Maybe. We'll see how I feel about it tomorrow, but it could be a kickass dress. And I feel less like I'm going to die today. Last night I felt like hell.
And AP Bio is still the bane of my existence. I wouldn't have had to be at school until 10:30 today, but lord knows it was awfully important to my education that I show up at 7:50 to watch vacation slideshows. Honestly. What the fuck is with that?
In other news, our lives are controlled by the past. What does that mean for the future? Something to think about.
I decided what to do with my green seersucker today. Maybe. We'll see how I feel about it tomorrow, but it could be a kickass dress. And I feel less like I'm going to die today. Last night I felt like hell.
And AP Bio is still the bane of my existence. I wouldn't have had to be at school until 10:30 today, but lord knows it was awfully important to my education that I show up at 7:50 to watch vacation slideshows. Honestly. What the fuck is with that?
In other news, our lives are controlled by the past. What does that mean for the future? Something to think about.