rainy monday morning blues
here i sit in the middle of english class feeling completely defeated. i just turned in my research paper and i feel like a mother bird who let her baby bird go and knows the baby will fall 50 feet to its death.
not only did my paper get rejected the first time, because it wasn't hole punched in a three-prong folder, but i also had to bum a dollar off the slightly sondre lerche-looking kid who sits beside me. then i had to run (in the pouring rain no less) to the bookstore and by a folder. on my way there going out the humanities door i ran into, quite literally, professor hansel. i wasn't paying attention to where i was going, and was honestly on the verge of tears because of the shit mom stirred up the morning. so yeah, i ran into him, and almost fell over and appologized, all that before i even realized it was him. he asked if i was okay, and i said "not really" and he said, "tell me about it in a bit...i'm late! see you in 40, shalom!" and continued down the hall. so i ran from the humanities building to the student center and purchased a folder for 80 cents. i feel stupid because i didn't have my money with me, and that i had to talk to the sondre lerche-looking guy. and the my english professor almost chewed me out, and that i ran into professor hansel, and now i feel like a wet dejected dog.
okay, on now to the shit mom stirred up this morning. becca got up at her regularly schduled time of 5:30. i heard her get up. i even thought about getting up, but something made me roll over and go back to sleep. probably the fact that i woke up at 3:27 to pee (also i have a horrible ache in my side)and ended up stepping in a pile of dog shit. ari has a habit of doing her duty right in front of the bathroom door, and it's a whole big discusting mess. so yeah, i rolled over, and the next thing i know mom is yelling upstairs "SARAH!! GET THE FUCK UP, IT'S SIX THIRTY!" all the while she is also screaming at becca about not waking me up. becca never wakes me up, any time that she does, it's usually saturday morning. so yeah, this morning was not very rosy. mom went of a tirade of stupid shit in the car too, all the while going 85 on the interstate.
this weekend was alright. we, like millions of others, went and saw the new harry potter movie. i thought it was quite good, despite the huge important parts they left out, and the fact that it didn't flow at all. my dad laughed more than once, and becca and i were in absolute stitches at the beggining when filch runs in the great hall, and whispers something to dumbledore and runs back out again. i was surprised at how they used filch as sort of comic relief.
saturday night i talked to rosie via im for almost 2 hours. we were both really tired. it was nice though. this week sometime i think i will use the last 30 minutes of my phone card... though, it will probably be a while before i can get another one.
yesterday was okay. i read a lot.
okay, i'm outta this dump. music apprecation here i come.
not only did my paper get rejected the first time, because it wasn't hole punched in a three-prong folder, but i also had to bum a dollar off the slightly sondre lerche-looking kid who sits beside me. then i had to run (in the pouring rain no less) to the bookstore and by a folder. on my way there going out the humanities door i ran into, quite literally, professor hansel. i wasn't paying attention to where i was going, and was honestly on the verge of tears because of the shit mom stirred up the morning. so yeah, i ran into him, and almost fell over and appologized, all that before i even realized it was him. he asked if i was okay, and i said "not really" and he said, "tell me about it in a bit...i'm late! see you in 40, shalom!" and continued down the hall. so i ran from the humanities building to the student center and purchased a folder for 80 cents. i feel stupid because i didn't have my money with me, and that i had to talk to the sondre lerche-looking guy. and the my english professor almost chewed me out, and that i ran into professor hansel, and now i feel like a wet dejected dog.
okay, on now to the shit mom stirred up this morning. becca got up at her regularly schduled time of 5:30. i heard her get up. i even thought about getting up, but something made me roll over and go back to sleep. probably the fact that i woke up at 3:27 to pee (also i have a horrible ache in my side)and ended up stepping in a pile of dog shit. ari has a habit of doing her duty right in front of the bathroom door, and it's a whole big discusting mess. so yeah, i rolled over, and the next thing i know mom is yelling upstairs "SARAH!! GET THE FUCK UP, IT'S SIX THIRTY!" all the while she is also screaming at becca about not waking me up. becca never wakes me up, any time that she does, it's usually saturday morning. so yeah, this morning was not very rosy. mom went of a tirade of stupid shit in the car too, all the while going 85 on the interstate.
this weekend was alright. we, like millions of others, went and saw the new harry potter movie. i thought it was quite good, despite the huge important parts they left out, and the fact that it didn't flow at all. my dad laughed more than once, and becca and i were in absolute stitches at the beggining when filch runs in the great hall, and whispers something to dumbledore and runs back out again. i was surprised at how they used filch as sort of comic relief.
saturday night i talked to rosie via im for almost 2 hours. we were both really tired. it was nice though. this week sometime i think i will use the last 30 minutes of my phone card... though, it will probably be a while before i can get another one.
yesterday was okay. i read a lot.
okay, i'm outta this dump. music apprecation here i come.