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Just had a pretty crappy day, and I decided to rant about it, for anyone to see...School was somewhat OK. The day was kinda long and boorish. I wound up skipping Physics today with Evan, as we had a test, and he wanted me to study with him, as neither of us really felt ready. We took Kyle along, and went to the Library, and studied. Lunch came around, and we went back to the school. I was gonna go along with Adam to talk to one of the managers where he works about a job, but couldn't find him. He showed up eventually, so we went to Save-On. Sqam decided to stay at the school with Evan. I got just a little bummed, as she seemed upset, but it was probably nothing...I just tend to miss her easily. I got back, looked for her for a bit, and found her right before the bell went. Off to Spanish I went. I finally bombed something in Spanish, an oral activity, which we had little time to prepare for. I passed it, but only just. Then, Ms. Cooper wound up with some free time for that class, so she said that if anyone was not happy with their mark, and wanted to improve it, they could try again. She looked right at me the entire time she was speaking. -One- little assignment, and she was hounding me to redo it. Pah.
Anyway, Spanish ended, and I went to see Sqam before English. She said she wanted to come to my class with me. It made me happy. But when we got to class, Boersen said it would be totally OK with him, as long as Sqam got a note from her science teacher. She went to try to get one, but never came back. I found her after school, and she was pretty upset about science in general. =(
We decided that we would, after all, see eachother that afternoon. I headed home, planning to pick her up after I went into town around four. I had Luke's mp3 player, and was planning to download all his music from it for my collection. Got home, plugged it in, and the batteries died. Couldn't get it working. I got frustrated, and went to make myself a cold drink, using orange juice, ice, and milk. It kinda failed. It tasted good, but wasn't what I hoped. The taste, texture and consistency were all perfectly wrong. I drank some anyway, while reading my book. My parents got home, and noticed the message on our answering machine, that I did not. It was Mr. Hook, wondering why I had missed the test. I confessed, saying I skipped it so I could prepare to write it the next day. Dad saw fit to punish me by taking my Sqam away. ¬.¬ No guests today.
I called Sqam, told her the news, and got more upset. I went into town, got my hair cut, grabbed a couple things, then came home. Dad was pulling an attitude, so I tried to just avoid him. After dinner, I was working on the kitchen, cleaning up, and munching away at the leftover bacon, and I manage to push a piece perfectly down into the sockets where my wisdom teeth were. Ow ow -ow-. Then Dad says "Then stop eating that bacon, it's for a sandwich." That hurt so much more. He seemed more concerned about a sandwich than the fact that my face felt like it was trying to jump off my head. It was around this point that I kinda looked back on my day, and realized that I'm just really frustrated and touchy right now, and I keep getting randomly upset.
Anyway, anyone who wants to talk about this with me, you're welcome to.
Anyway, Spanish ended, and I went to see Sqam before English. She said she wanted to come to my class with me. It made me happy. But when we got to class, Boersen said it would be totally OK with him, as long as Sqam got a note from her science teacher. She went to try to get one, but never came back. I found her after school, and she was pretty upset about science in general. =(
We decided that we would, after all, see eachother that afternoon. I headed home, planning to pick her up after I went into town around four. I had Luke's mp3 player, and was planning to download all his music from it for my collection. Got home, plugged it in, and the batteries died. Couldn't get it working. I got frustrated, and went to make myself a cold drink, using orange juice, ice, and milk. It kinda failed. It tasted good, but wasn't what I hoped. The taste, texture and consistency were all perfectly wrong. I drank some anyway, while reading my book. My parents got home, and noticed the message on our answering machine, that I did not. It was Mr. Hook, wondering why I had missed the test. I confessed, saying I skipped it so I could prepare to write it the next day. Dad saw fit to punish me by taking my Sqam away. ¬.¬ No guests today.
I called Sqam, told her the news, and got more upset. I went into town, got my hair cut, grabbed a couple things, then came home. Dad was pulling an attitude, so I tried to just avoid him. After dinner, I was working on the kitchen, cleaning up, and munching away at the leftover bacon, and I manage to push a piece perfectly down into the sockets where my wisdom teeth were. Ow ow -ow-. Then Dad says "Then stop eating that bacon, it's for a sandwich." That hurt so much more. He seemed more concerned about a sandwich than the fact that my face felt like it was trying to jump off my head. It was around this point that I kinda looked back on my day, and realized that I'm just really frustrated and touchy right now, and I keep getting randomly upset.
Anyway, anyone who wants to talk about this with me, you're welcome to.