One fine day...(worthless rambles)
Biology class was cancelled.
I was stressed out over a paper that was due today.
I thought it was due one wednesday but remembered that to be untrue.
I hurried and finished it. It was a piece of shit. Jake happened to agree. Though, his words were more like, "Wow! You can get away with a paper like this?"...or something along those lines. It put me in panic and I made some revisions.
I went back to the pub lab to work on my page for the school paper. My hour off from bio class turned into being a complete waste of time. I couldn't work on my page because others were working on page four...which has to be opened with page five. When a page is being worked on, I can't go open it on a different computer.
I went to drawing class an hour later. It was fun. I skipped it on thursday. Just wasn't in the mood. The teacher apparently took note of this because he was giving me shit today. Ha. Composition and I weren't working out today. No subliminal message intended. The goal for us today was to do a still life, but get all the objects on the page by measuring shit out. What can i say? I like to draw big. So he told me to do it again. I did. I got all my objects on. I got pretty far with shading. Although he always emphasizes to make sure the lines are correct before this step. I got my good jobs and compliments. I was happy. Too bad my family doesn't see what others see. My biggest critiques live under the same roof. According to my older sister, I can't draw...
So! I get back at noon to pub lab, get my shit done after a bit of headline trouble. Headlines are not like titles. They must include a subject, predicate, and a verb. It must fit the top of the article exactly. Has to be a pica away from the letters in the article and what not. It's all right. I'm the headline goddess or well, that's my nickname in the class. I got done by 1:30.
I had lessons at 3.30. I didn't really feel like going. I did. I got a voice mail too...my phone didn't ring. They wanted me to go to work, but i couldn't. Homework.
I worked out. The stair climber thing kicked my ass...well more like my legs. Ouch.
My dad and i fought again. I wanted to take off running.
It all started with my sister making a shitty comment. Hag. I replied back. Got in trouble for that. It's fucking shitty. I wanted to do my homework, but i guess i'm only allowed to do homework only when it's not mine.
huh...
My nose is hurting. I'm going to take some nyquil and call it a night.
Damn.
Ah yeah. Thanks to you. Your mere thought of trying to cheer me up while I'm down helps and is one greatly appreciated. You nor anyone else has no fucking idea how much...FTW...
I was stressed out over a paper that was due today.
I thought it was due one wednesday but remembered that to be untrue.
I hurried and finished it. It was a piece of shit. Jake happened to agree. Though, his words were more like, "Wow! You can get away with a paper like this?"...or something along those lines. It put me in panic and I made some revisions.
I went back to the pub lab to work on my page for the school paper. My hour off from bio class turned into being a complete waste of time. I couldn't work on my page because others were working on page four...which has to be opened with page five. When a page is being worked on, I can't go open it on a different computer.
I went to drawing class an hour later. It was fun. I skipped it on thursday. Just wasn't in the mood. The teacher apparently took note of this because he was giving me shit today. Ha. Composition and I weren't working out today. No subliminal message intended. The goal for us today was to do a still life, but get all the objects on the page by measuring shit out. What can i say? I like to draw big. So he told me to do it again. I did. I got all my objects on. I got pretty far with shading. Although he always emphasizes to make sure the lines are correct before this step. I got my good jobs and compliments. I was happy. Too bad my family doesn't see what others see. My biggest critiques live under the same roof. According to my older sister, I can't draw...
So! I get back at noon to pub lab, get my shit done after a bit of headline trouble. Headlines are not like titles. They must include a subject, predicate, and a verb. It must fit the top of the article exactly. Has to be a pica away from the letters in the article and what not. It's all right. I'm the headline goddess or well, that's my nickname in the class. I got done by 1:30.
I had lessons at 3.30. I didn't really feel like going. I did. I got a voice mail too...my phone didn't ring. They wanted me to go to work, but i couldn't. Homework.
I worked out. The stair climber thing kicked my ass...well more like my legs. Ouch.
My dad and i fought again. I wanted to take off running.
It all started with my sister making a shitty comment. Hag. I replied back. Got in trouble for that. It's fucking shitty. I wanted to do my homework, but i guess i'm only allowed to do homework only when it's not mine.
huh...
My nose is hurting. I'm going to take some nyquil and call it a night.
Damn.
Ah yeah. Thanks to you. Your mere thought of trying to cheer me up while I'm down helps and is one greatly appreciated. You nor anyone else has no fucking idea how much...FTW...