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I really hate Thursdays. I think telling myself that I hate Thursdays will probably make me hate them even more. No lie. It's cold outside, I had to sit right next to smelly girl in my last class. That was not pleasant. I don't like it when she breathes on me. And she had extra dirt under her fingernails this morning. Ew. I should be doing some work right now, because you know...I passed out when I came home yesterday and didn't wake up until Eric called me around 9:15. Then I went downstairs and got some Code Red to try and wake up so I could finish what I needed to do, and I passed out around 10:30. I think. I don't really remember going to bed, but I do know the last time I looked at the clock it was 10:38. I have a nasty sinus headache, actually my third in two days. I can't put my head down for more than 30 seconds, because the pressure builds up and it gets unbearable. I love complaining. I really do. Whatever, this is my journal, bitches. Okay, maybe I should do my work now so that I don't fail out of school and end up living in a refrigerator box in front of a church on Newbury Street. Yeah.
I really wish I could turn the clocks forward 24 hours, because then I would be done for the weekend. But no. God hates me and I was cursed with two Friday classes, both boring, and the first one starting at 8am. ON A FRIDAY.
Wow, I've complained a lot. Hey, I need to vent, otherwise I'll start throwing things at people. Mmhmm, I get that from my dad. He throws stuff at the tv when the Red Sox lose. I just said "don't watch the game, it's too stressful for you." And he looked at me like I had twelve heads. Well, don't tell me to quit colorguard and I won't tell you to stop watching baseball, buddy.
I'm totally going off on a tangent here. So I guess if you read this whole entry you get a prize. I don't know what kind of prize you get. I think you get a "congratulations, you put up with my bulshit" award. I'm so grumpy it's not even funny. Ha...ok, back to work.
I really wish I could turn the clocks forward 24 hours, because then I would be done for the weekend. But no. God hates me and I was cursed with two Friday classes, both boring, and the first one starting at 8am. ON A FRIDAY.
Wow, I've complained a lot. Hey, I need to vent, otherwise I'll start throwing things at people. Mmhmm, I get that from my dad. He throws stuff at the tv when the Red Sox lose. I just said "don't watch the game, it's too stressful for you." And he looked at me like I had twelve heads. Well, don't tell me to quit colorguard and I won't tell you to stop watching baseball, buddy.
I'm totally going off on a tangent here. So I guess if you read this whole entry you get a prize. I don't know what kind of prize you get. I think you get a "congratulations, you put up with my bulshit" award. I'm so grumpy it's not even funny. Ha...ok, back to work.