Finally!
I couldn't think of a decent name for my new LJ. This one, I like. All the ones I wanted were taken :p.
I've been sick for almost exactly a week. I've lost ten pounds. I haven't eaten a thing. I feel like crap. Urgh. Hopefully I'll be able to go to school tomorrow, I can't afford to miss anymore classes. Stupid math. Stupid Art. I wish I hadn't of signed up for Art, eh maybe I can still drop it. I just don't want to screw my schedule around anymore.
I've got to finish writing my letter to my granpa. He's gotten a hell of a lot worse, and the doctors don't think he'll make the week. I suck at writing letters, I'm always thinking that it's too cheesy. We will of course go t the funeral, probably be gone for a week. Don't know if I can afford to miss that much school, but I will anyway.
I've been reminiscing about all the time I spent with my grandpa, which sadly isn't all that much. I really I hope that I can see him before he dies, I haven't seen him since he got cancer at all. But, it's doubtful.
Anyway, on to a "happier" subject. Not that Valentines is all that happy.
Paul's in Kelowna, and I've got no one to spend Valentine's with. Not like I could anyway, mom and dad just decided that I'd be their permenant baby sitter for their anniversery. Why couldn't they have gotten married the day after, or before? It means no dances, no dates, no moping with friends for me. Grand. Just grand.
I haven't been writing much, I don't know if I'll have time to with the way things will be in school. No more free period, I've got meth, science, art, and cooking. That takes up a hell of a lot more time than english, geography, and business. All of which are my strongest subjects. I despise math, and my dad the math genius is with my grandpa in Lloyd. Maybe I'll get my old boss, Jerry to help me in math. Why, oh why did I take academic math? Argh! I'm such an idiot. No credit this semester...Eh, I'll prolly get a C in it, ruining my A average. Oh well, I'll ask about extra credit.
Anyway, I was talking about my writing. My current story is just over 20 pages. Over twice the usual amount, and I'm no where near half done, but it stinks horribly. I discarded all my usual methods, and just wrote what I felt like. I'll never do that again. I'm going to start writing in my LJ, which I should have been doing in the first place. My friend got ahold of my writing journal, and read what I wrote in it. Not good. She found out about me and Paul, which so wasn't what I need. Now everyone knows. Oh well, they would have found out sooner or later.
I realized that I have no idea how to cut, I've never had to. I'll look through the help guide....
I've been sick for almost exactly a week. I've lost ten pounds. I haven't eaten a thing. I feel like crap. Urgh. Hopefully I'll be able to go to school tomorrow, I can't afford to miss anymore classes. Stupid math. Stupid Art. I wish I hadn't of signed up for Art, eh maybe I can still drop it. I just don't want to screw my schedule around anymore.
I've got to finish writing my letter to my granpa. He's gotten a hell of a lot worse, and the doctors don't think he'll make the week. I suck at writing letters, I'm always thinking that it's too cheesy. We will of course go t the funeral, probably be gone for a week. Don't know if I can afford to miss that much school, but I will anyway.
I've been reminiscing about all the time I spent with my grandpa, which sadly isn't all that much. I really I hope that I can see him before he dies, I haven't seen him since he got cancer at all. But, it's doubtful.
Anyway, on to a "happier" subject. Not that Valentines is all that happy.
Paul's in Kelowna, and I've got no one to spend Valentine's with. Not like I could anyway, mom and dad just decided that I'd be their permenant baby sitter for their anniversery. Why couldn't they have gotten married the day after, or before? It means no dances, no dates, no moping with friends for me. Grand. Just grand.
I haven't been writing much, I don't know if I'll have time to with the way things will be in school. No more free period, I've got meth, science, art, and cooking. That takes up a hell of a lot more time than english, geography, and business. All of which are my strongest subjects. I despise math, and my dad the math genius is with my grandpa in Lloyd. Maybe I'll get my old boss, Jerry to help me in math. Why, oh why did I take academic math? Argh! I'm such an idiot. No credit this semester...Eh, I'll prolly get a C in it, ruining my A average. Oh well, I'll ask about extra credit.
Anyway, I was talking about my writing. My current story is just over 20 pages. Over twice the usual amount, and I'm no where near half done, but it stinks horribly. I discarded all my usual methods, and just wrote what I felt like. I'll never do that again. I'm going to start writing in my LJ, which I should have been doing in the first place. My friend got ahold of my writing journal, and read what I wrote in it. Not good. She found out about me and Paul, which so wasn't what I need. Now everyone knows. Oh well, they would have found out sooner or later.
I realized that I have no idea how to cut, I've never had to. I'll look through the help guide....