Jun 05, 2008 15:41
Story, today I am more stressed out and pissed off than I have this whole last year of high school. I didn't sleep until 4am to finish writing a paper. I wake up at 7, shower, get dressed, and be at school on time. First period I do math. Second period, I work on newspaper. I'm the only fucking person who cares about this last issue. I mean no one in the fucking class is helping me. I am already losing my mind trying to salvage up anything I can. Then the bell rings for everyone to go to the gym and I don't even go because I'm working on the newspaper. So when I hear everyone come out, I run in and grab mine. I open the yearbook and look for the senior page with out portraits and I see mine...immediately I want to cry but I have to keep my composure because I'm doing newspaper. It was unbelievable hard to do this because when I get upset, I will not stop crying like now. The picture is from the first batch of pictures that looked horrible because Cindy Lane is so amateur. I just don't understand how this even got mixed up when I fucking ordered so many god damn pictures of the one I chose to be put in the yearbook. I am so angry right now. So then the day goes on and progressively gets worse because I'm put under so much pressure for the newspaper. I'm not in the mood now that I'm on the phone. I'm trying to get my shit together because I have finals tomorrow.
Blah. So I'm now done with my Economics study guide. I have to do English, but I'm taking a mental break. I really need this. I'm overwhelmed with anxiety, I'm fucking brain dead right now. Ugh. I can't believe the shit I'm dealing with today. Irresponsibility is always at the cost of another. In other words, if that stupid bitch did her job right, I wouldn't be wanting to kill her. Its ridiculous though, why couldn't she get it right? The more I think about it, I want to cry a river. Ugh. Trying to stay focused is almost impossible.