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Yesterday. That's it, throw on a pair of dirty jeans and the same shirt you've been wearing for three days. Ignore the stains. Fix the collar. Button it all the way up. Breath. Rush out the door, you can put your makeup on in the car. You're late, you're running late. There's not time. You're late. Don't even bother arguing with your sister over the radio stations, just keep the damn liquid eyeliner straight. Is it bad to put on makeup while driving? Compromise by doing it (mostly) at stoplights. Yes, your eyemakeup is half an inch thick now. One would think that for someone as good as drawing as you are that eyeliner would be a no-brainer. Mascara. Mascara can fix it all. A good makeup job can fix it all.
SAC downtown campus. I actually know people who go here so this is a good thing. Late math class. Joy-and-elation. /sarcasm. Amber rushes toward me as I pull the car up and she immediately starts babbling on about how steven is a jackass, (he is) daniel was staring at her chest, (he was,) she needs more opportunities to get drunk (she doesn't.) I smile. This is good for me. She is good for me. We walk arm in arm to class where we sit together in the back row (despite my insistance that it would be a better idea to sit in FRONT rows.) The professor introduces herself. She's rather absent minded, but a nice lady and doesn't seem too picky. She talks about math, geometry or something. Pretty basic stuff. She doesn't explain things very well, though, just describes the terms as opposed to defining them. As in, "A point has no dimensions and is so small you can't see it." Which is basically a contradiction, because if something is "so small" then it has to be a size, and she basically said that a point wasn't a size... and I suck so bad at math. So Amber is like, "Victoria-whats-a-point." I open my mouth to call her a blonde before I realize that I have no idea what the professor is talking about either. I patch together a lousy explanation based on like, 6th grade geometry that a point doesn't actually exist and that it's more like a place than an actual tangible thing or something. Oh, and the textbook sucks, too. It's full of trick questions, such as, "How many points lie within this plane?" And I'm like, "Well, an infinite amount," and I mark that. AND IT'S WRONG. Because, apparently, it was asking the number of points designated inside the plane. In this case, Point "A" and Point "B." But the teacher is real understanding about it.
Even though I'm a gonna fail.
Whoo. Student center. Where are the pool tables. D: I watch Jeff kick my ass in DDR 9823974 times instead of playing nine ball, let Autumn pick on me, yell at John for throwing a doorstop at me and argue with Amber over whether the guy sitting in front of us was hot or not. (Yeah, cos I could totally tell from the back of his head. /sarcasm.) Maybe I'm just bitter. I buy popcorn and cheap greasy food, and thus follows with the irresponsible use of a fooseball table.
I totally almost came close to killing myself driving home, but not close enough to killing myself that I actually turned down the radio. Because we all know how cool it is to headbang to 80's power ballads! :D
So I came home and my mom yelled at me for something I can't recall, then left, and I was going to go hang out with Kelsey, but didn't have a ride. So instead I spent the evening online and of course nobody with a life is on, save for maybe one cool person, and IRC is dead, of course.
This morning I woke up at noon, cleaned the house and did some homework. I hate school. I'm trying to keep occupied and not think too much, I guess.
tata. <3
SAC downtown campus. I actually know people who go here so this is a good thing. Late math class. Joy-and-elation. /sarcasm. Amber rushes toward me as I pull the car up and she immediately starts babbling on about how steven is a jackass, (he is) daniel was staring at her chest, (he was,) she needs more opportunities to get drunk (she doesn't.) I smile. This is good for me. She is good for me. We walk arm in arm to class where we sit together in the back row (despite my insistance that it would be a better idea to sit in FRONT rows.) The professor introduces herself. She's rather absent minded, but a nice lady and doesn't seem too picky. She talks about math, geometry or something. Pretty basic stuff. She doesn't explain things very well, though, just describes the terms as opposed to defining them. As in, "A point has no dimensions and is so small you can't see it." Which is basically a contradiction, because if something is "so small" then it has to be a size, and she basically said that a point wasn't a size... and I suck so bad at math. So Amber is like, "Victoria-whats-a-point." I open my mouth to call her a blonde before I realize that I have no idea what the professor is talking about either. I patch together a lousy explanation based on like, 6th grade geometry that a point doesn't actually exist and that it's more like a place than an actual tangible thing or something. Oh, and the textbook sucks, too. It's full of trick questions, such as, "How many points lie within this plane?" And I'm like, "Well, an infinite amount," and I mark that. AND IT'S WRONG. Because, apparently, it was asking the number of points designated inside the plane. In this case, Point "A" and Point "B." But the teacher is real understanding about it.
Even though I'm a gonna fail.
Whoo. Student center. Where are the pool tables. D: I watch Jeff kick my ass in DDR 9823974 times instead of playing nine ball, let Autumn pick on me, yell at John for throwing a doorstop at me and argue with Amber over whether the guy sitting in front of us was hot or not. (Yeah, cos I could totally tell from the back of his head. /sarcasm.) Maybe I'm just bitter. I buy popcorn and cheap greasy food, and thus follows with the irresponsible use of a fooseball table.
I totally almost came close to killing myself driving home, but not close enough to killing myself that I actually turned down the radio. Because we all know how cool it is to headbang to 80's power ballads! :D
So I came home and my mom yelled at me for something I can't recall, then left, and I was going to go hang out with Kelsey, but didn't have a ride. So instead I spent the evening online and of course nobody with a life is on, save for maybe one cool person, and IRC is dead, of course.
This morning I woke up at noon, cleaned the house and did some homework. I hate school. I'm trying to keep occupied and not think too much, I guess.
tata. <3