Crash, late, school, and memories.
I almost crashed on the way to school this morning.... again.
Will I ever be secure enough about anything to even be comfortable in my own car and stop grasping the steering wheel for my life with ultra tense shoulders??! So will I???!
I forgot to water Laurie's plants yesterday, shhh i sneaked in today and watered them, no one will know the difference.
I need to get ahold of my class counselor, the bitch she is for holding me off for weeks. I guess teachers and counselors are selective. Is it just me??
lol I wonder why they call it "student services".... wheres the service???
Anyway, hopefully the school system or whoever it may concern allows me to take at least 4 language courses next year including English.
Yesterday, I was looking through my memory box. (Its a big box, I started filling it up when I was really young and missed my dad - it was a private box of memories, just for me and not anyone else- photos and trinkets. However, yesterday I found a photo which I did not want to find... it was a good memory, but a sad memory, and then it also became a bad memory, one that began to corrupt my mind. Relationships don't ever work out for me. ... :), maybe its the cooties.
Will I ever be secure enough about anything to even be comfortable in my own car and stop grasping the steering wheel for my life with ultra tense shoulders??! So will I???!
I forgot to water Laurie's plants yesterday, shhh i sneaked in today and watered them, no one will know the difference.
I need to get ahold of my class counselor, the bitch she is for holding me off for weeks. I guess teachers and counselors are selective. Is it just me??
lol I wonder why they call it "student services".... wheres the service???
Anyway, hopefully the school system or whoever it may concern allows me to take at least 4 language courses next year including English.
Yesterday, I was looking through my memory box. (Its a big box, I started filling it up when I was really young and missed my dad - it was a private box of memories, just for me and not anyone else- photos and trinkets. However, yesterday I found a photo which I did not want to find... it was a good memory, but a sad memory, and then it also became a bad memory, one that began to corrupt my mind. Relationships don't ever work out for me. ... :), maybe its the cooties.