The Lack of RPING
Honestly, I realized that I haven't been RPing much lately, which in returns means less usage of my already limited vocabulary. That blows. Not only that, I come to realize that my vocabulary is litered with so many slang words due to my lack of words to replace it. Although I do have to admit, sometimes some words just fit right into it. Like this SUCKS.
My APUS history finals came back today. I wouldn't say I was necessarily pleased. I'm usually not all that competitive, but looking at that A makes me question why I don't have one instead of a B litered on the bright pink paper. I never was a fan of pink and ironically it was the color of the folder that contained our essays.
It's an omen I tell you.
Lately, my life has been going through rather fast paced with little room for interruptions. After all, I just finished my SATs, which I would have to respond...they were HELL. Hell literally frozen over and provided me with the most PERSISTENT AND ANNOYING sounds to end my SATs with. Honestly, it's bad enough that I was sitting in a classroom which was adjacent to the street filled with bus passing by every five minutes, the last ten minutes was filled with some dude who decided to play his drums. I'm sure he doesn't realize the REST of us 100 or so students were taking SATs, and he sure had the freedom for expression or what not, but MAN, that got on my nerves. One thing I learned from that day, stretch out my neck muscles somehow, try not to sit right next to the street, and study up on my vocabulary. SERIOUSLY, who really uses such strange and rather harsh vocabulary in their regular speech anyways. They all came off to me as WQ#O$NO@#$O#U$N@. And it was the truth of the matter. The rather sad part was...I went home and did study guide. Yes, I did my pathetic study guide after four hours of mind wracking work that nearly melted all my brain cells into a puddle of GOO.
A plus though...my yearbook spread isn't due till next deadline, which in returns is on March. Yay?
On the other hand, tomorrow is some french holiday, and which means we'll be eating crepes. That is if Charles doesn't decide to poison us by adding salt instead of sugar. To be honest, I don't think he's a really bad guy. It's just that my friends influence my outlook on him. After all, without his partner in crime, he's just a regular guy in French 3 who has to make about 60 crepes for the whole class.
Yea... I feel sorry for him.
As my procrastinating continues, it's easy to note that I have a Calculus Quiz tomorrow along with a Quiz on Chapter 4 of The Great Gatsby. The book isn't bad. Actually, it's quite enjoyable to the contrast of Huckleberry Finn, where I could barely make out the words Jim was saying.
Well... I should really get some sleep. Perhaps, I could dream into some far away place where ponies run fields and pink sparkles illuminate the skies.
Or maybe not. >>;; *swifty eyes* I think I'll have the same old.
That's right. Same old. Same old. . . That's my life at this point.
P.S I suppose I could look forward to Valentine's Day. Who knows what might happen?
P.P.S I really need to stop listening to melodramatic music.
My APUS history finals came back today. I wouldn't say I was necessarily pleased. I'm usually not all that competitive, but looking at that A makes me question why I don't have one instead of a B litered on the bright pink paper. I never was a fan of pink and ironically it was the color of the folder that contained our essays.
It's an omen I tell you.
Lately, my life has been going through rather fast paced with little room for interruptions. After all, I just finished my SATs, which I would have to respond...they were HELL. Hell literally frozen over and provided me with the most PERSISTENT AND ANNOYING sounds to end my SATs with. Honestly, it's bad enough that I was sitting in a classroom which was adjacent to the street filled with bus passing by every five minutes, the last ten minutes was filled with some dude who decided to play his drums. I'm sure he doesn't realize the REST of us 100 or so students were taking SATs, and he sure had the freedom for expression or what not, but MAN, that got on my nerves. One thing I learned from that day, stretch out my neck muscles somehow, try not to sit right next to the street, and study up on my vocabulary. SERIOUSLY, who really uses such strange and rather harsh vocabulary in their regular speech anyways. They all came off to me as WQ#O$NO@#$O#U$N@. And it was the truth of the matter. The rather sad part was...I went home and did study guide. Yes, I did my pathetic study guide after four hours of mind wracking work that nearly melted all my brain cells into a puddle of GOO.
A plus though...my yearbook spread isn't due till next deadline, which in returns is on March. Yay?
On the other hand, tomorrow is some french holiday, and which means we'll be eating crepes. That is if Charles doesn't decide to poison us by adding salt instead of sugar. To be honest, I don't think he's a really bad guy. It's just that my friends influence my outlook on him. After all, without his partner in crime, he's just a regular guy in French 3 who has to make about 60 crepes for the whole class.
Yea... I feel sorry for him.
As my procrastinating continues, it's easy to note that I have a Calculus Quiz tomorrow along with a Quiz on Chapter 4 of The Great Gatsby. The book isn't bad. Actually, it's quite enjoyable to the contrast of Huckleberry Finn, where I could barely make out the words Jim was saying.
Well... I should really get some sleep. Perhaps, I could dream into some far away place where ponies run fields and pink sparkles illuminate the skies.
Or maybe not. >>;; *swifty eyes* I think I'll have the same old.
That's right. Same old. Same old. . . That's my life at this point.
P.S I suppose I could look forward to Valentine's Day. Who knows what might happen?
P.P.S I really need to stop listening to melodramatic music.