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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CANNOT MAKE MYSELF STUDY FOR ANYTHING AND I HAVE THREE VERY IMPORTANT AP TESTS COMING UP IN THE NEXT SEVEN DAYS ( Read more... )

The last week or so, my mood has improved. I keep thinking back to that chunk of my brother's self-help book I read, where it said that one person is not the cause of another's anger-- we just allow ourselves to become angry because of them. The more I realize that being hurt and sad won't do anything to help me, the more I want to actually feel ( Read more... )

That was complete and utter BULLSHIT.

That is, Nick getting kicked off Project Runway. WHAT THE FUCK. Santino's facking jumpsuit SUCKED and it was falling apart. Nick's looked effing classy. WHO CARES IF THERE ARE NO POCKETS. AND THE SEAMS DO. NOT. BOTHER.

Jay at the end of the show was awesome, though.

Jay: So you think you're going to win?
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I feel kind of guilty because I'm so hard to explain things to. Or am I? I dunno, sometimes I know I ask for too much help ( Read more... )

I GOT MY FIRST COLLEGE ACCEPTANCE LETTER.

This is what the first line sed:

"DEAR KATHERINE,

CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME TO THE XAVIER FAMILY."

Xavier loves me. Oh my God. I'm SO GOING TO XAVIER. I hope. I really really hope. The P.S. was also very exciting: "PS: BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR SOME EXCITING NEWS FROM OUR SCHOLARSHIP COMMITTEE."I am so ( Read more... )

So of course, because we have about 7 school days left until exams, our teachers decided to pile a veritable shitload of projects and tests on us that span the length of next week ( Read more... )

I have the busiet/worst day in the history of mankind facing me. Because I have so much to do by this time tomorrow.

1. My Photography book-- printing 6 more pictures (oh God, that will take forfackingever), actually making the display book (front & back covers and the inside pages), typing up my overall project write-up for it (about a page long ( Read more... )

I love how I've only emailed one teacher before in my life (our choir teacher when he sent me an anti-Bush email. . . which, despite my amused offense, got trashed), but tonight I have e-mailed four (English, French, Theology, and the Fipster). Weird, man ( Read more... )

A Poem
(to my classes, in order of schedule, because a regular post would be boring. So now we have a regular post with about twenty times more ENTER keys.)
by the creative (if non-poetic) kpax23

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