Darth Vader must be stopped!
Yamamoto-sensee, better known as Darth Vader With Brains, has stepped up evil activities. Students can’t even pull out folders in class…and pronunciation must be perfect the first time, even if you’ve never heard the word before. He must be stopped before more students brains are sacrificed in the onslaught of Japanese….Anyways…. We’ve decided my Jap teacher is Darth Vader, he’s seriously dictator of the class, but we’re surviving, barely. He expects such perfection with hardly any explanation of what we’re supposed to be learning. It’s crazy.
And in math my teacher spent a lot of time discussing the best way to pack balls….
This is the same class I fell asleep in today, while drinking coffee….
I’m having major female issues. Basically I’ve been having these issues non-stop since October 3rd, and this morning I woke up with them making me sick to my stomach, and I almost threw up in Honors today. And I still feel like shit. *le sigh* Life’s a Bitch. And my poor fiancé has to deal with me. He is the most wonderful and sweet, endearing man alive. He makes me feel pretty when I feel like shit, and he’s not saying a word about my moodiness. I don’t know what I’d do without the amazing boy. He makes me feel complete. ^_^ Hopefully my issues will be over soon, and life can go back to a little closer to being normal. And I can go back to making my love happy, instead of him having to make me happy.
Not helping the feeling sick issues, is the fact that my father is meeting my ‘boyfriend’ this weekend. I have to spend Friday and Saturday away from my boy and enduring my parents grilling until they meet him on Sunday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hoping against hope that they like him. And I’m being confident about this. They will like him. And they won’t kill us when we tell them in a few weeks that we’re getting married. I mean after all, my dad has majorly relaxed since I first told him.
I just remember that I love you babe, and when it comes down to it, that’s all that matters.
Now to do my Honors mid-term, or at least some of it……
Speaking of Honors, while feeling sicky, this is what left my pen:
This Beauty
In this beauty we dream
Of death and of dying
In this beauty we desire
To kill and to maim
In this beauty we lust
For war and for strife
In this beauty we learn
The way of the sword and the gun
In this beauty we hear
Only the words of barbaric poetry
And in math my teacher spent a lot of time discussing the best way to pack balls….
This is the same class I fell asleep in today, while drinking coffee….
I’m having major female issues. Basically I’ve been having these issues non-stop since October 3rd, and this morning I woke up with them making me sick to my stomach, and I almost threw up in Honors today. And I still feel like shit. *le sigh* Life’s a Bitch. And my poor fiancé has to deal with me. He is the most wonderful and sweet, endearing man alive. He makes me feel pretty when I feel like shit, and he’s not saying a word about my moodiness. I don’t know what I’d do without the amazing boy. He makes me feel complete. ^_^ Hopefully my issues will be over soon, and life can go back to a little closer to being normal. And I can go back to making my love happy, instead of him having to make me happy.
Not helping the feeling sick issues, is the fact that my father is meeting my ‘boyfriend’ this weekend. I have to spend Friday and Saturday away from my boy and enduring my parents grilling until they meet him on Sunday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed and hoping against hope that they like him. And I’m being confident about this. They will like him. And they won’t kill us when we tell them in a few weeks that we’re getting married. I mean after all, my dad has majorly relaxed since I first told him.
I just remember that I love you babe, and when it comes down to it, that’s all that matters.
Now to do my Honors mid-term, or at least some of it……
Speaking of Honors, while feeling sicky, this is what left my pen:
This Beauty
In this beauty we dream
Of death and of dying
In this beauty we desire
To kill and to maim
In this beauty we lust
For war and for strife
In this beauty we learn
The way of the sword and the gun
In this beauty we hear
Only the words of barbaric poetry