I'm a dancin' fooooooool.
My CD player got totally smacked up today (fell on the ground with a SPLAT!), with absolute carnage and crunched-uppedness (we're talking able to see the guts of the thing), and yet I managed to bring it back to life. *feels proud of self* Of course, this resurrection took place during English where I could've been paying attention to Cajigas tell us about Florida college opprotunities (I realy don't want to go to school here, fuck off.)
So. Long time no elaborate. It seems you get a grand total of maybe one entry per week that actually tells you anything of what's been going on in the life of teh Lydia. But ya know what? You're gonna get over it 'cos not ONLY am I saving you from stress-related angst, I'm also relieving your friends page of complete density. Oh baby.
But what, seriously, has been going on? Well, I'll tack on with Friday because it was an important, er, occurrence in my scholarly career. I took the day off for "personal reasons" in the guise of illness because goddamnit I was at my heart's end at dealing with just EVERYTHING. My math paper was due, my world history project was due, it was a PURPLE DAY (>< dfglkjfg! @ first year techies!) aaaaaaand I'm still ages behind in chemistry and all that happy shit. (Insert stupid English shit [here].) So what is a girl supposed to do? (Oh, actually not procrastinate for once and succeed due to planning and preparedness? Yeah right.)
I took a minivacation because I was physically sick with stress (self-induced for the most part, but ah, what a perfect specimen of the human fuck-up I is.) I stayed up later Thursday, I slept in Friday (Mom didn't even notice I was still home. o.O) and basically lazed about online for the most part. Saturday was a bit more productive with laundry-doing and a chem lab, but not by much. Though the night was fun as Ethan and I RPed Helios and Perle and that was soooo greaaaaaat *hugs him!* God I miss RPing with competent people all the time (my answer is either smarts or nothing, so I'm often left with nothing, eh.) July was a hedonistic month of nocturnal rituals and RPed-filled days of gloriousness. And angst. Oh, the angst. But whatever.
Sunday! was shite! Just because I spent over THIRTEEN HOURS on the world history project I finished around four-fifteen this morning. Ethan'd been dozing so I was meandering between printing and trying to figure out how to get the internet back up without G's monitor making so much noise when the switch was reset. I don't know why they think I can't fix what they undo. I just got done explaining to Mom how I fixed the cable signal last Friday. o.O;
Today got steadily worse as well. The before-school morning-time was good because I was in a good mood from talking with Ethan and sending him to bed and following shortly after for an hour and a half of sleeeeeeep and it was frickin' cold out but it was okay and the sunrise was really pretty (not the prettiest, but nice; when we turned east onto Marigold the chorus of "Alive and Amplified" hit with the sun just right; that was awesome.) Fast-forward to English, in which I was a nice-seeming student just looking for clarification (Macbeth paper due Friday; research paper everything but actual paper due then as well) and the CD player thing. Spanish I was a naughty girl and let Grace cheat off my actual test, and got found out; dunno what's going to happen with that 'cos it might be pretty bad. World History was just a Martin Luther trial (god, I'm going to suck when we go) and getting out ten minutes early 'cos they shut the water off at one-thirty for some pipe fixin'. We were supposed to return to third period for a remaining ten minutes, but we didn't, so oh well. I complained about how I should be paying a buck-forty for a chicken sandwich that's been sitting there for three days (they run out of tater tots; WHY CAN'T THEY JUST ORDER MORE? THEY KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO RUN OUT!) Also, talk of Japanese porn was had and I violated Cheyvonne's security settings. THEN seventh period, which had no Mr Davis, manual labor and a doze in the lighting booth where at I froze.
End.
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So. Long time no elaborate. It seems you get a grand total of maybe one entry per week that actually tells you anything of what's been going on in the life of teh Lydia. But ya know what? You're gonna get over it 'cos not ONLY am I saving you from stress-related angst, I'm also relieving your friends page of complete density. Oh baby.
But what, seriously, has been going on? Well, I'll tack on with Friday because it was an important, er, occurrence in my scholarly career. I took the day off for "personal reasons" in the guise of illness because goddamnit I was at my heart's end at dealing with just EVERYTHING. My math paper was due, my world history project was due, it was a PURPLE DAY (>< dfglkjfg! @ first year techies!) aaaaaaand I'm still ages behind in chemistry and all that happy shit. (Insert stupid English shit [here].) So what is a girl supposed to do? (Oh, actually not procrastinate for once and succeed due to planning and preparedness? Yeah right.)
I took a minivacation because I was physically sick with stress (self-induced for the most part, but ah, what a perfect specimen of the human fuck-up I is.) I stayed up later Thursday, I slept in Friday (Mom didn't even notice I was still home. o.O) and basically lazed about online for the most part. Saturday was a bit more productive with laundry-doing and a chem lab, but not by much. Though the night was fun as Ethan and I RPed Helios and Perle and that was soooo greaaaaaat *hugs him!* God I miss RPing with competent people all the time (my answer is either smarts or nothing, so I'm often left with nothing, eh.) July was a hedonistic month of nocturnal rituals and RPed-filled days of gloriousness. And angst. Oh, the angst. But whatever.
Sunday! was shite! Just because I spent over THIRTEEN HOURS on the world history project I finished around four-fifteen this morning. Ethan'd been dozing so I was meandering between printing and trying to figure out how to get the internet back up without G's monitor making so much noise when the switch was reset. I don't know why they think I can't fix what they undo. I just got done explaining to Mom how I fixed the cable signal last Friday. o.O;
Today got steadily worse as well. The before-school morning-time was good because I was in a good mood from talking with Ethan and sending him to bed and following shortly after for an hour and a half of sleeeeeeep and it was frickin' cold out but it was okay and the sunrise was really pretty (not the prettiest, but nice; when we turned east onto Marigold the chorus of "Alive and Amplified" hit with the sun just right; that was awesome.) Fast-forward to English, in which I was a nice-seeming student just looking for clarification (Macbeth paper due Friday; research paper everything but actual paper due then as well) and the CD player thing. Spanish I was a naughty girl and let Grace cheat off my actual test, and got found out; dunno what's going to happen with that 'cos it might be pretty bad. World History was just a Martin Luther trial (god, I'm going to suck when we go) and getting out ten minutes early 'cos they shut the water off at one-thirty for some pipe fixin'. We were supposed to return to third period for a remaining ten minutes, but we didn't, so oh well. I complained about how I should be paying a buck-forty for a chicken sandwich that's been sitting there for three days (they run out of tater tots; WHY CAN'T THEY JUST ORDER MORE? THEY KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO RUN OUT!) Also, talk of Japanese porn was had and I violated Cheyvonne's security settings. THEN seventh period, which had no Mr Davis, manual labor and a doze in the lighting booth where at I froze.
End.
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