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I should be doing homework. Like, I should have started it the moment I walked in the door. But here I am - you know I'm desperate when I'm wasting time writing an LJ entry; I barely use this thing anymore. I think I'll start a new one when I go away to Trent. Fresh start, fresh outlet.
My internet keeps clicking on and off. I'm not actually on the int0rweb right this second.
There's alot of things bothering me. Mainly, my graduation. I'm so terrified that nothing's solidified, and my graduation from Glendale is still up in the air itself because of my problems handing in my community hours. Just take them, damn it. I'm too lazy to be "beating the system" anyways, I swear I'm not forging them and trying to start a revolution for kids to look up to me everywhere for successfully cheating the administration. I just want to go to university. Yes, the epitome of what some teachers make fun of their students for it being their main goal - I want it for different reasons. I would be perfectly content with going to school for the rest of my life, learning what I want to learn, if I had an endless supply of funding. But I want to go to Trent for the experience, too. Or, moreso, the get-out-of-Hamilton experience that every kids yearns for in the eastend besides the ones that end up hanging out at Coffee Time on King St. for the rest of their young adult years (what's cool about that place? Someone explain it to me.) The point is, I'm not looking for sympathy, I just want it set in stone that my time at Glendale is done.
Secondly, my hormones are on a whack. My period's coming, and lately when it comes and when it's happening, I'm a complete wreck. I've never had this problem before until a few months ago. I used to deal with my period decently, a few cramps on the first day and that's it, even when I started my birth control. But the last few months, I've been a walking wreck. I cry, I yell, I get melodramatic, I overanalyze stupid shit until the point it upsets me, I get overly nostalgic. The life of celibacy at it's best?
Okay. Homework. Serious this time.
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After this song.
My internet keeps clicking on and off. I'm not actually on the int0rweb right this second.
There's alot of things bothering me. Mainly, my graduation. I'm so terrified that nothing's solidified, and my graduation from Glendale is still up in the air itself because of my problems handing in my community hours. Just take them, damn it. I'm too lazy to be "beating the system" anyways, I swear I'm not forging them and trying to start a revolution for kids to look up to me everywhere for successfully cheating the administration. I just want to go to university. Yes, the epitome of what some teachers make fun of their students for it being their main goal - I want it for different reasons. I would be perfectly content with going to school for the rest of my life, learning what I want to learn, if I had an endless supply of funding. But I want to go to Trent for the experience, too. Or, moreso, the get-out-of-Hamilton experience that every kids yearns for in the eastend besides the ones that end up hanging out at Coffee Time on King St. for the rest of their young adult years (what's cool about that place? Someone explain it to me.) The point is, I'm not looking for sympathy, I just want it set in stone that my time at Glendale is done.
Secondly, my hormones are on a whack. My period's coming, and lately when it comes and when it's happening, I'm a complete wreck. I've never had this problem before until a few months ago. I used to deal with my period decently, a few cramps on the first day and that's it, even when I started my birth control. But the last few months, I've been a walking wreck. I cry, I yell, I get melodramatic, I overanalyze stupid shit until the point it upsets me, I get overly nostalgic. The life of celibacy at it's best?
Okay. Homework. Serious this time.
..
...
After this song.