It's the end of the world as we know it
That song is stuck in my head, and as it's election day, I just realized how very appropriate that is. Because no matter who wins, it IS the end of the world as we know it. I don't really know what else to say.
So I have this lab due tomorrow, and I think I'm doing the wrong part. I'm so fucking confused. Arg.
And first block I have a US History test (completely unstudied for I might add) and I'll probably end up reviewing in the 10 minutes before class tomorrow.
And I'm also worried about the person I like- fuck it, I like Alex M., anyone who talks to me enough knows- and I found out this weekend that his roomie gets stoned all the time. Before this I thought he was just an asshole, but no, he gets fucking STONED every chance he gets! And since, as they are roomies, they hang out, I'm worried he's into the same stuff. Alex is a really smart kid, and Evan (his roomate) isn't, but still... so I'm a little stressed over that and so is Sarah Gamsby, who's worried about me liking him, and thus for him. They know each other, and they're alright friends, so at least it's not someone who's never talked to him. So me and Sarah have talked about this, and we're both stressing over it, and over other things as well.
And then there's the whole Meg and Claire thing, which just needs to fucking end.
Tomorrow is our last away game against Worcester. Fucking slimy pool. On the plus side we're stopping for dinner on the way back.
This weekend I make Hye Young's scarf. She want's black and white instead of purple and yellow, which is good, because lets face it, black and white are easier to get than purple and yellow. And I have lots of time this weekend because I'll be in the car. And then Dan A. wants me to make him a red one. I'm gonna have to start charging fucking commission soon.
So that's my outlook. And I have a latin quiz tomorrow. Tomorrow will be, in the words of Alex M. "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat".
And Scott has to go see a therapist for a couple of weeks because the school thinks that he is unstable because his b/f is (Scott's bi). I'll miss him so much. For more details see Will's entry.
Later bitches.
So I have this lab due tomorrow, and I think I'm doing the wrong part. I'm so fucking confused. Arg.
And first block I have a US History test (completely unstudied for I might add) and I'll probably end up reviewing in the 10 minutes before class tomorrow.
And I'm also worried about the person I like- fuck it, I like Alex M., anyone who talks to me enough knows- and I found out this weekend that his roomie gets stoned all the time. Before this I thought he was just an asshole, but no, he gets fucking STONED every chance he gets! And since, as they are roomies, they hang out, I'm worried he's into the same stuff. Alex is a really smart kid, and Evan (his roomate) isn't, but still... so I'm a little stressed over that and so is Sarah Gamsby, who's worried about me liking him, and thus for him. They know each other, and they're alright friends, so at least it's not someone who's never talked to him. So me and Sarah have talked about this, and we're both stressing over it, and over other things as well.
And then there's the whole Meg and Claire thing, which just needs to fucking end.
Tomorrow is our last away game against Worcester. Fucking slimy pool. On the plus side we're stopping for dinner on the way back.
This weekend I make Hye Young's scarf. She want's black and white instead of purple and yellow, which is good, because lets face it, black and white are easier to get than purple and yellow. And I have lots of time this weekend because I'll be in the car. And then Dan A. wants me to make him a red one. I'm gonna have to start charging fucking commission soon.
So that's my outlook. And I have a latin quiz tomorrow. Tomorrow will be, in the words of Alex M. "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat".
And Scott has to go see a therapist for a couple of weeks because the school thinks that he is unstable because his b/f is (Scott's bi). I'll miss him so much. For more details see Will's entry.
Later bitches.