Ramblings of a Recently Drained Maggie Monster
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment in your day when you know that you aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
That was mine today.
It seems that I can easily get up and go to school now (well, not easily, but I am going), but whenever I come back home again, my drive to accomplish any homework whatsoever gets tossed right out into the sunshine.
All I did was read a book.
A book that made me really angry by the end because of the ending (although there are three books in the series, and I only read the one), and I don't think I can read the rest of it without being ansty because I hated the first ending so much! HE DIED! OK? HE FUCKING DIED.
Shit, I was/am pissed.
And tomorrow I have to go to guitar. :(
So not looking forward to that. I think I may just go and be that kid who never shows up (which I am) and never really does anything (which I am when I'm not there) and falls behind but still pays attention (which I do) and then manages to pass with a 50. Because that's all I need. I do not need to succeed in this class. I only need the credits.
Shit, I wish I was Taryn so I could just not go for a very long time, keep my guitar until the end of school, and then hand it in and be all "Thanks for the loan. I'mma buy my own now. Tata." Alas, I cannot. I used up all my get-out-of-jail-free cards at the beginning of the game.
Fucking game.
And I need a job! So I can pay off my library fees and get a bus pass. Not that I don't enjoy biking to school on a flat tire or anything (I should really go fill that up right now...or soon so that I don't have to do that again tomorrow morning--can you say lame?) but it would be nice to have the option of actually being able to go somewhere not in a 15 minute walking perimeter. *Sigh*
I hate when people come to the back door asking for someone else. What about the whole STRANGER DANGER! thing I was taught when I was little? And some of these people look like pedo's...aahhhhaaaaaa scary! I say this now because some guy came and asked for my dad and he was creepy and loomy.
My dad should learn to listen for the doorbell if he's waiting for someone. Because I ain't answering the door no more!
Also, I don't think I have writer's block, per say, but a strain of it. I love to write. I do. I'm good at it, and I like making stories. But maybe I should try a different genre? Because it's not coming out as smoothly as it used to...or as quickly as this journal thingy I seem to want to keep (and am impressed that I have actually kept).
Here's two pictures because I like them. No one but me and Taryn knows who Taryn and I are in each. I would feel like a retard having only mine up. We look like retards. And I love it. Win for Humpty runs and ordering ridiculous amounts of potato based sides and not eating them all--and before noon too! Which is basically be before seven for us...
I'm tired. I think I'll take a ten hour nap now....
That was mine today.
It seems that I can easily get up and go to school now (well, not easily, but I am going), but whenever I come back home again, my drive to accomplish any homework whatsoever gets tossed right out into the sunshine.
All I did was read a book.
A book that made me really angry by the end because of the ending (although there are three books in the series, and I only read the one), and I don't think I can read the rest of it without being ansty because I hated the first ending so much! HE DIED! OK? HE FUCKING DIED.
Shit, I was/am pissed.
And tomorrow I have to go to guitar. :(
So not looking forward to that. I think I may just go and be that kid who never shows up (which I am) and never really does anything (which I am when I'm not there) and falls behind but still pays attention (which I do) and then manages to pass with a 50. Because that's all I need. I do not need to succeed in this class. I only need the credits.
Shit, I wish I was Taryn so I could just not go for a very long time, keep my guitar until the end of school, and then hand it in and be all "Thanks for the loan. I'mma buy my own now. Tata." Alas, I cannot. I used up all my get-out-of-jail-free cards at the beginning of the game.
Fucking game.
And I need a job! So I can pay off my library fees and get a bus pass. Not that I don't enjoy biking to school on a flat tire or anything (I should really go fill that up right now...or soon so that I don't have to do that again tomorrow morning--can you say lame?) but it would be nice to have the option of actually being able to go somewhere not in a 15 minute walking perimeter. *Sigh*
I hate when people come to the back door asking for someone else. What about the whole STRANGER DANGER! thing I was taught when I was little? And some of these people look like pedo's...aahhhhaaaaaa scary! I say this now because some guy came and asked for my dad and he was creepy and loomy.
My dad should learn to listen for the doorbell if he's waiting for someone. Because I ain't answering the door no more!
Also, I don't think I have writer's block, per say, but a strain of it. I love to write. I do. I'm good at it, and I like making stories. But maybe I should try a different genre? Because it's not coming out as smoothly as it used to...or as quickly as this journal thingy I seem to want to keep (and am impressed that I have actually kept).
Here's two pictures because I like them. No one but me and Taryn knows who Taryn and I are in each. I would feel like a retard having only mine up. We look like retards. And I love it. Win for Humpty runs and ordering ridiculous amounts of potato based sides and not eating them all--and before noon too! Which is basically be before seven for us...
I'm tired. I think I'll take a ten hour nap now....