Paper = satan
I cant find the prompt for an essay I need to write.. kill me now. =( And it was gonna be easy too, but if I cant find the prompt I can't really respond to it..
Well my g/f and I are now seperated.. luckily I didn't really fuck it up badly, so I think nothing bad will come of it... but you never know =S. I don't really know what to think, it just wasn't gonna work. She demanded so much attention that if I were to fit her needs I'd need to drop out of Running Start and drop all my other activities. Like, I'd go to a lan party, because I'm a supernerd, you know.. and I'd tell her I'd be out of touch until the next day, and during the course of the evening she'd call me 5 times. No shit, my february phone bill was $600. I just don't have that kind of time.. and more worryingly to me, I didn't really WANT to spend that kind of time with her..
I keep needing add'l crap from the HS to get ready to apply; I dont think I'll get it in time. Looks like I'm going to have to put up with a quarter or two more of Cascadia and transfer over. God only knows how many of the worst fuckups of WHS will be going to CCC. But, in reality, I have nobody to blame for all of this but myself. It's my fault I fucked up school for so many years; it's my fault my transcript hadn't been properly updated since last year. I cant blame a diagnosis that even fully documented is nearly impossibly vague. At the same time however I cant let myself fall back into depression. What good would that do? I just need to take my licks and try to figure out a way to save my life.
This year has sucked so far.
Well my g/f and I are now seperated.. luckily I didn't really fuck it up badly, so I think nothing bad will come of it... but you never know =S. I don't really know what to think, it just wasn't gonna work. She demanded so much attention that if I were to fit her needs I'd need to drop out of Running Start and drop all my other activities. Like, I'd go to a lan party, because I'm a supernerd, you know.. and I'd tell her I'd be out of touch until the next day, and during the course of the evening she'd call me 5 times. No shit, my february phone bill was $600. I just don't have that kind of time.. and more worryingly to me, I didn't really WANT to spend that kind of time with her..
I keep needing add'l crap from the HS to get ready to apply; I dont think I'll get it in time. Looks like I'm going to have to put up with a quarter or two more of Cascadia and transfer over. God only knows how many of the worst fuckups of WHS will be going to CCC. But, in reality, I have nobody to blame for all of this but myself. It's my fault I fucked up school for so many years; it's my fault my transcript hadn't been properly updated since last year. I cant blame a diagnosis that even fully documented is nearly impossibly vague. At the same time however I cant let myself fall back into depression. What good would that do? I just need to take my licks and try to figure out a way to save my life.
This year has sucked so far.