I'M NOT GONNA LJ-CUT THIS MOTHER FUCKER!
school's in session. things are going good so far. senior year it is.
if anyone's wondering why there's no time on here, i disabled it, but then realized that i like it better without the time. i don't know how i did it, but anyways, it's about four-thirty, in case you were wondering.
school equals stress. major stress. with all my problems and whatnot, i don't know how i'm gonna cope.
funny joke my boss said at work yesterday. i was bouncing off the walls (for once; i was happy) and she goes:
'steff, take two prozac today?' ('that why you're so happy?')
*insert shocked expression* 'two?' i replied. 'i take fucking four prozs a day, + three other meds.'
*insert dumbfounded look* 'oh, wow, i'm sorry.'
haha, i thought that was funny. in the least. i don't know.
instead of that sixty-four chevy impalla my dad's got going on in the garage, i'm going to get a brand-new car if i do good the first quarter. so that means, if i have to work my freaking ass off and quit my job, THAT, my dear lady, is what i am going to do. pretty good compromise, ehh? ooh, +, i'm going to get my eyebrow pierced. finally. i've only been wanting it for three/four years.
i'm in piercing mode. watch out, everyone. now, i have six holes in each ear, but come tomorrow, let's see..i'll have at least nine/ten. that is, if i go through with it. my parents'd kill me if they find out.
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today sucked. despite the fact that it was sweltering hot in school because of the (supposed) no air-conditioning, i was actually having a good day. let's see..
first period: orch; we played shit. scales. i talked to this kid about how i met bam, he was in shock. he's like, 'omg!'. i'm like, 'yeah, i wanted to bring him on home and make babies with him.'
second: psych; i answered like, every single question the teacher asked. it was kind of scary. and i was right like, every single time. freaky. guess i def am cut out to be the psych that i want to be.
third: latin; i answered everything there too, half being wrong. haha, 'least i tried. occhiato loves me, and i don't even try to be a kiss-ass.
fourth: pesta-comm arts; went over some project. due in two weeks. going to start it soon. now i'll have to juggle doing that and finishing my sr. projecto.
fifth: study hall; i took a piss, as i do every day. then slept. no, i mean, slept. i actually fell asleep.
lunch; melissa got pissed at me; charles got pissed at me (i think). it's so freaking hard to stay neutral. i swear.
sixth: lang arts; ate starburst, talked to this one kid who is like, in love with me..haha, and talked to this britt girl. we started talking about sex (me and britt) and almost got into trouble. well, not really. maybe i think i'm a rebel and felt like saying that. i don't know. what-ever.
seventh: law; got together with sherry to do some answer-thingy-majigger, whatever, found the answer, we departed. jeannette gave me gum and said she was going to call me. bitch, where's my call?
also: julie said she was going to call me-she finally found that piece of paper with my # on it. a bit too late, my dear..summer's in the past!
tom said he was going to call me, too. whatever.
i'm lonely. charles isn't answering his IMs. bastard. :x he's in for it.
if anyone's wondering why there's no time on here, i disabled it, but then realized that i like it better without the time. i don't know how i did it, but anyways, it's about four-thirty, in case you were wondering.
school equals stress. major stress. with all my problems and whatnot, i don't know how i'm gonna cope.
funny joke my boss said at work yesterday. i was bouncing off the walls (for once; i was happy) and she goes:
'steff, take two prozac today?' ('that why you're so happy?')
*insert shocked expression* 'two?' i replied. 'i take fucking four prozs a day, + three other meds.'
*insert dumbfounded look* 'oh, wow, i'm sorry.'
haha, i thought that was funny. in the least. i don't know.
instead of that sixty-four chevy impalla my dad's got going on in the garage, i'm going to get a brand-new car if i do good the first quarter. so that means, if i have to work my freaking ass off and quit my job, THAT, my dear lady, is what i am going to do. pretty good compromise, ehh? ooh, +, i'm going to get my eyebrow pierced. finally. i've only been wanting it for three/four years.
i'm in piercing mode. watch out, everyone. now, i have six holes in each ear, but come tomorrow, let's see..i'll have at least nine/ten. that is, if i go through with it. my parents'd kill me if they find out.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
today sucked. despite the fact that it was sweltering hot in school because of the (supposed) no air-conditioning, i was actually having a good day. let's see..
first period: orch; we played shit. scales. i talked to this kid about how i met bam, he was in shock. he's like, 'omg!'. i'm like, 'yeah, i wanted to bring him on home and make babies with him.'
second: psych; i answered like, every single question the teacher asked. it was kind of scary. and i was right like, every single time. freaky. guess i def am cut out to be the psych that i want to be.
third: latin; i answered everything there too, half being wrong. haha, 'least i tried. occhiato loves me, and i don't even try to be a kiss-ass.
fourth: pesta-comm arts; went over some project. due in two weeks. going to start it soon. now i'll have to juggle doing that and finishing my sr. projecto.
fifth: study hall; i took a piss, as i do every day. then slept. no, i mean, slept. i actually fell asleep.
lunch; melissa got pissed at me; charles got pissed at me (i think). it's so freaking hard to stay neutral. i swear.
sixth: lang arts; ate starburst, talked to this one kid who is like, in love with me..haha, and talked to this britt girl. we started talking about sex (me and britt) and almost got into trouble. well, not really. maybe i think i'm a rebel and felt like saying that. i don't know. what-ever.
seventh: law; got together with sherry to do some answer-thingy-majigger, whatever, found the answer, we departed. jeannette gave me gum and said she was going to call me. bitch, where's my call?
also: julie said she was going to call me-she finally found that piece of paper with my # on it. a bit too late, my dear..summer's in the past!
tom said he was going to call me, too. whatever.
i'm lonely. charles isn't answering his IMs. bastard. :x he's in for it.