hectic.
that's what life is.
hectic.
and it's only getting worse.
but i think things will calm down once fucking running ends. i'm so sick of it. el and i got in sort of a confrontation today, it wasn'very fun. he treats me like i'm someone younger, stupider, less than him. i wanted to scream at him. just because you drink more, run faster, and have more friends doesn't mean you get to act like my coach. step back.
ugh.
between that and the
i was driving down 13th east.
i moved into the left turn lane.
there were 3 cars ahead of me.
the protected left turn signal changed.
those cars left.
it changed back as i approached the line.
the light turned green, traffic began to move in both directions.
i pulled forward, into the intersection, expecting to have time to turn.
a billion people run through the yellow.
i'm too scared to run through a now red intersection.
i'm blocking traffic on my left.
enough people are yelling at me that i'm convinced that i need to act.
i think i see a gap, and make a left.
a blue minivan flies out of nowhere, i see him for about a tenth of a second in my peripheral vision.
we're both in the left lane.
there's a median
so i swerve right, so i don't hit it,
and so i hit his driver's side rear quarter panel.
here's the images:
my car:
his car:
thank god it was another teenager
i don't think i couldn've handled a forty-year-old self-riteous man yelling at me.
and the wild
bettin tells us:
5 paintings.
90 minutes.
one fruit (mine was an apple)
5 VERY DIFFERENT views.
so of course, everyone jumps headfirst into it.
we're going wild before you know it.
everyone's cursing and knocking stuff over, and wondering who has terp.
my result:
but when bettin came around, he just looked at everyone's and said,
"average,"
"not out of the box yet,"
"what the hell is this?"
"some of you should consider dropping at the quarter."
i think he was referring more to whitney's paintinggg...
but i never know with him
so afterschool
i went in and had a chat
and showed him that during math class i couldn't stop coming up with new ideas
probably because i wasn't working so hard, because i sat back and actually gave it some thought.
he said i was on the right track,
so i'll keep drawing in my sketchbook before i put brush to paper.
i'm pretty worn out, waiting for the week to just end.
it'll get easier soon, i keep telling myself.
it'll get easier.
once running ends
and skiing starts,
everything will get better.
hectic.
and it's only getting worse.
but i think things will calm down once fucking running ends. i'm so sick of it. el and i got in sort of a confrontation today, it wasn'very fun. he treats me like i'm someone younger, stupider, less than him. i wanted to scream at him. just because you drink more, run faster, and have more friends doesn't mean you get to act like my coach. step back.
ugh.
between that and the
i was driving down 13th east.
i moved into the left turn lane.
there were 3 cars ahead of me.
the protected left turn signal changed.
those cars left.
it changed back as i approached the line.
the light turned green, traffic began to move in both directions.
i pulled forward, into the intersection, expecting to have time to turn.
a billion people run through the yellow.
i'm too scared to run through a now red intersection.
i'm blocking traffic on my left.
enough people are yelling at me that i'm convinced that i need to act.
i think i see a gap, and make a left.
a blue minivan flies out of nowhere, i see him for about a tenth of a second in my peripheral vision.
we're both in the left lane.
there's a median
so i swerve right, so i don't hit it,
and so i hit his driver's side rear quarter panel.
here's the images:
my car:
his car:
thank god it was another teenager
i don't think i couldn've handled a forty-year-old self-riteous man yelling at me.
and the wild
bettin tells us:
5 paintings.
90 minutes.
one fruit (mine was an apple)
5 VERY DIFFERENT views.
so of course, everyone jumps headfirst into it.
we're going wild before you know it.
everyone's cursing and knocking stuff over, and wondering who has terp.
my result:
but when bettin came around, he just looked at everyone's and said,
"average,"
"not out of the box yet,"
"what the hell is this?"
"some of you should consider dropping at the quarter."
i think he was referring more to whitney's paintinggg...
but i never know with him
so afterschool
i went in and had a chat
and showed him that during math class i couldn't stop coming up with new ideas
probably because i wasn't working so hard, because i sat back and actually gave it some thought.
he said i was on the right track,
so i'll keep drawing in my sketchbook before i put brush to paper.
i'm pretty worn out, waiting for the week to just end.
it'll get easier soon, i keep telling myself.
it'll get easier.
once running ends
and skiing starts,
everything will get better.