I hate webassign.
It should go die in a hole. I mean, why can't she even turn on the little "YOUR ANSWER HAS THE INCORRECT SIG FIGS" and "ORDERS OF MAGNETUDES" crap? Sure, I hate them, but they definitely make my life a lot easier.
Hey, I just looked up there, and I had a lot of green checks! I have 55/64, which is 85.94%. I know this is probably boring you, but it makes me happy to know that at least the Green Check Machine is happy with me today. Everyone else seems to be pissed off for some reason or another. (And now it gave me an X, I hate X's!)
... YAY, I got another point! That puts me up to 57/64, or 89.0625%. Only two more to go to get an A.
So back to why everyone is po'd at me. I really don't know why exactly, but I can tell you some facts.
A certain person I won't name has become what I will term "verbally abusive" towards me (in other words, snoobish), and I don't know if it's (yet another) phase, or a permanent thing. True, I haven't been able to hang out with her, but that's not the point. Just because I want to be all theater geek and take two weeks of my life to devote to the musical isn't her problem. It's not like she's clingy enough already. I don't even have time to do homework, but I do try to talk to her and she just chastises me for joining pit. I love pit. And I'm keeping up, I think. I mean, I do all the homework that needs to be done. I spent the entire freaking weekend either a) working, b) trying to destress or c) working on my scrapbook. I have also been Hopelessly Devoted To You, webassign. I still think I hate Webassign. That's love. I love Adelaide, lol. And I finished the scrapbook! It's so pretty! But does she bother to ask to look at it? No. I could go on, but it's not worth the effort.
The lemonade hates me because it's sour, but it still tastes okay.
And... oh, if I'm linking this to facebook, there's no way I can post the stuff I wanted to say about the other person and Model UN. I can say I'm worried about the state of the club and I hate-hate-hate how she keeps changing the organization. I think the pres-vp-sec-treasurer works very well, thank you very much. Whatever. I still have to write my speech which means my brain hates me because I don't have any ideas yet. *Sigh*
I came to a realization today, though. Actually I've been working on it for awhile but I just got some evidence to back it up. I was reading this book, Notes on a Near-Life Experience. It's about a divorce, and she feels like she was near life but left it - she's depressed. I could totally relate to that part. Not the divorce part, the near-life part. I've felt that way one time or another, I'm sure we all have. Anyway, her best friend gets mad at her because she's being all selfish and drama-queen. And I don't blame the friend. I think with a certain friend I can get that way just because I've known her for so long and we know each other really well. And I really feel sorry for acting that way, so I've tried to listen more and not be catty and it's-all-about-me because really my life isn't that exciting. I just make it sound that way.
Another girl I've known for forever can just drop straight off the earth and I wouldn't even notice. I don't know what's gotten into her either, it seems like EVERYONE's got the drama-queen disease.
Welcome to Hell Week.
Hey, I just looked up there, and I had a lot of green checks! I have 55/64, which is 85.94%. I know this is probably boring you, but it makes me happy to know that at least the Green Check Machine is happy with me today. Everyone else seems to be pissed off for some reason or another. (And now it gave me an X, I hate X's!)
... YAY, I got another point! That puts me up to 57/64, or 89.0625%. Only two more to go to get an A.
So back to why everyone is po'd at me. I really don't know why exactly, but I can tell you some facts.
A certain person I won't name has become what I will term "verbally abusive" towards me (in other words, snoobish), and I don't know if it's (yet another) phase, or a permanent thing. True, I haven't been able to hang out with her, but that's not the point. Just because I want to be all theater geek and take two weeks of my life to devote to the musical isn't her problem. It's not like she's clingy enough already. I don't even have time to do homework, but I do try to talk to her and she just chastises me for joining pit. I love pit. And I'm keeping up, I think. I mean, I do all the homework that needs to be done. I spent the entire freaking weekend either a) working, b) trying to destress or c) working on my scrapbook. I have also been Hopelessly Devoted To You, webassign. I still think I hate Webassign. That's love. I love Adelaide, lol. And I finished the scrapbook! It's so pretty! But does she bother to ask to look at it? No. I could go on, but it's not worth the effort.
The lemonade hates me because it's sour, but it still tastes okay.
And... oh, if I'm linking this to facebook, there's no way I can post the stuff I wanted to say about the other person and Model UN. I can say I'm worried about the state of the club and I hate-hate-hate how she keeps changing the organization. I think the pres-vp-sec-treasurer works very well, thank you very much. Whatever. I still have to write my speech which means my brain hates me because I don't have any ideas yet. *Sigh*
I came to a realization today, though. Actually I've been working on it for awhile but I just got some evidence to back it up. I was reading this book, Notes on a Near-Life Experience. It's about a divorce, and she feels like she was near life but left it - she's depressed. I could totally relate to that part. Not the divorce part, the near-life part. I've felt that way one time or another, I'm sure we all have. Anyway, her best friend gets mad at her because she's being all selfish and drama-queen. And I don't blame the friend. I think with a certain friend I can get that way just because I've known her for so long and we know each other really well. And I really feel sorry for acting that way, so I've tried to listen more and not be catty and it's-all-about-me because really my life isn't that exciting. I just make it sound that way.
Another girl I've known for forever can just drop straight off the earth and I wouldn't even notice. I don't know what's gotten into her either, it seems like EVERYONE's got the drama-queen disease.
Welcome to Hell Week.