Ummm...
I am tired like whoa. Last night, i had to write a whole load of shtuff for my counselor so that she can write me a recommendation for National Merit. It included finding 5 adjectives to describe myself and a paragraph or so for each. And then, two or more essays on some special talents. Well, yea - i started last night. It was due today. No fun - 4am, biatch.
And today, i spent the whole evening at the Lafayette City Council Meeting. Oh joy. They talked about their city's measure N, and then for the next 45 minutes, a group of neighbors came in to ramble on and on about some parking issue by a sports field. So sad. Then the topic got all discursivey, and omg - i was about to cry. Please, i never want to have to go through something like this ever again.
So here I am now. It's like 1030 or something, and i'm sleepy as heck. I have a shit load to still do, and I am assessing if i really care anymore. Truthfully, i don't. I'm past giving a shit. Tomorrow's the first statistics test. If you think I'm going to study - think again. Being the top student in a so-called "math" class is beyond me already. I mean, what we do isn't even really math...it's writing about numbers. Statistics is a Social Science, lol. And I don't care more than a flying fuck about my test, just as long as I get an A. Let the others get first place, lol. I say: Fuck it.
I found out on Sunday that someone got a fat injury on her leg, probly playing soccer, cuz it's what she does best. I heard that she dislocated her knee. Holy crap, i have never even heard of someone doing that before. And she's like...still young. Weeeeird. Gonna have to call her to check up on that stuff, if i can stir up the time and guts to.
Speaking of fat injuries...emilia called me fat. That comment depressed me so much that i haven't eaten in 15 hours. In order to lose this fat, i will only eat breakfast. Then by the end of the day I can faint into a deep sleep. And lose weight. Yay.
In other news, Vidya expresses a lot of hatred towards me. Amy writes like a crazy mofo. And Ale is still...so...damn sexy.
Final Word. SAT II studying is sucking. Cello is not pretty either. October 9 is coming up, and I am sooo stepping down. Yowza. Peace out.
And today, i spent the whole evening at the Lafayette City Council Meeting. Oh joy. They talked about their city's measure N, and then for the next 45 minutes, a group of neighbors came in to ramble on and on about some parking issue by a sports field. So sad. Then the topic got all discursivey, and omg - i was about to cry. Please, i never want to have to go through something like this ever again.
So here I am now. It's like 1030 or something, and i'm sleepy as heck. I have a shit load to still do, and I am assessing if i really care anymore. Truthfully, i don't. I'm past giving a shit. Tomorrow's the first statistics test. If you think I'm going to study - think again. Being the top student in a so-called "math" class is beyond me already. I mean, what we do isn't even really math...it's writing about numbers. Statistics is a Social Science, lol. And I don't care more than a flying fuck about my test, just as long as I get an A. Let the others get first place, lol. I say: Fuck it.
I found out on Sunday that someone got a fat injury on her leg, probly playing soccer, cuz it's what she does best. I heard that she dislocated her knee. Holy crap, i have never even heard of someone doing that before. And she's like...still young. Weeeeird. Gonna have to call her to check up on that stuff, if i can stir up the time and guts to.
Speaking of fat injuries...emilia called me fat. That comment depressed me so much that i haven't eaten in 15 hours. In order to lose this fat, i will only eat breakfast. Then by the end of the day I can faint into a deep sleep. And lose weight. Yay.
In other news, Vidya expresses a lot of hatred towards me. Amy writes like a crazy mofo. And Ale is still...so...damn sexy.
Final Word. SAT II studying is sucking. Cello is not pretty either. October 9 is coming up, and I am sooo stepping down. Yowza. Peace out.