I HATE finals. So much fucking studying, even for just two of them (all I have are Spanish and Algebra 2, the latter of which I am seventy percent sure I will barely pass). And I have English homework. I had to clean the entire house and do half the laundry today too. And now I have to babysit on Wednesday and Thursday for the separation-anxiety ( Read more... )

Only five more days. Just five more days, and I can get out of school, I can stop worrying about exams and band auditions and art projects and people and insomnia, I can forget all the shit that happened this year and just zone out, go back to being my nocturnal, philosophical, un-psychopathically crazy self. Forget everything. Just five more days ( Read more... )

I like babysitting; really, I do. I get paid five bucks an hour for doing something I love, all the kids I babysit are good kids with good families, it's something I really enjoy, and it's an easy job. But it also gives me a headache, tires me out, and, when it's on a Friday, makes me drop into a coma. I babysat my little boy C today, and oh my God ( Read more... )

It's late, I'm tired, and I'm too lazy to actually do a complete post right now. Let me ramble/grumble/puzzle/rant for a few minutes in bulletpoint format and I'll be done, OK ( Read more... )

Well, actually, I'm a very talented procrastinator; my talented procrastinating is just a horrific thing. :D I really should be doing the three weeks' load of homework that's due tomorrow right now, but I don't feel like it. SO I'm just going to sit here and type away for a little while...cherry juice, anyone?

I also have a QUESTION (eek!) for you ( Read more... )