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Oct 26, 2004 19:32

I'm desperately trying to not stress about my impending math test tomorrow. If I think too much about it, I feel terrified.
I spent most of the last few days writing my Frankenstein essay and turned that in today only to come home and spend over two horus writing a another essay on The Scarlet Letter. Such is AP Lit.
Damn it. I want A's and I'm prepared to work for them. Sadly, I'm having to work really hard.
Earlier, I managed to have a sort of fight with Chris of all people. Made me feel pretty low. Not because of the fight, people are destined to not agree on everything, but because during it I felt so uncaring and spiteful. I hate arguing with people I care about. It makes me feel like this mean-spirited person. Anyway, we got over it. At least, I hope we did. Online fights suck, because things are taken the wrong way and you never quite know how you stand afterwards. Anyway. Shit. And that's about it.
I should work on college essays, but I have no writing energy left. I really need to curl up and watch Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars which is exactly what I plan to do. Cocoa may be involved and definitely blankets.
Ok, positive things about today:
-Turned in my essay
-It rained
-Had a fun lunch
-Got all my math homework done at school, even though it took me ages.
-Didn't have tennis, so had more time for stuff.
-Wrote an entire essay on The Scarlet Letter
-Laughed a bunch
-Got 100% on a pop-quiz in Psych. that ended up not counting, but c'est la vie.
-Michael loves me and was incredibly cute as usual.
-My mum made me yummy mashed potatoes for dinner.
-My dad gave me a hug.
-I discoverd a couple cool bands.
-I'm healthy
-Em got the new Terry Pratchett book, which I will be borrowing as soon as possible.

So yeah, now that wasn't so bad right? Now you're just going to ignore al the crappy stuff Nicola.
Ok?
...ok
Good. Now go watch TV.
(Oh jeeze, I'm talking to myself in my live journal. Ack)
P.S. I wish my Silverlake letter would just come so I can end this awful tense feeling in my stomach every time the mail comes.
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