and to top it all off it's shite weather outside too
am very hard fightingthe Just Don't Give A Fuck right now
god, this frickin grading does this ever semester. it's not even that much work (yes it is) and yet (and so) my ADD brain decides LOOK RIGHT NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO DO
SOMETHING ELSE
and then it does and I am engulfed at the end of the semester.
I am always degtermined it should not be thus. and it is always thus.
saddened, also, that, due to School Politics (bleh), historicula will not be able to come over in the summer as previously planned. Friggin ugh. I'm not even going to say anything about this.
rooms are a frightful fuckface. kitchen is terrifying. desk is a horror.
school wants to use Musica to gain face again.
international office holding a dinner for its teachers, which means seeing The Squad and being hinted "oh you never spend any time with us foreigners!" (damn straight I don't)
irritated and frustrated and displeased and Mood and want to see my family again and want to be among tall, green trees and lightning bugs and black raspberries
and being loomed over by a tall and insurmountable cliff of Fucking Grading
and tired of being reneged upon by a an organization that doesn't even consider it an issue because This Is Just How We Do Things
and I just want to write stories
god, this frickin grading does this ever semester. it's not even that much work (yes it is) and yet (and so) my ADD brain decides LOOK RIGHT NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO DO
SOMETHING ELSE
and then it does and I am engulfed at the end of the semester.
I am always degtermined it should not be thus. and it is always thus.
saddened, also, that, due to School Politics (bleh), historicula will not be able to come over in the summer as previously planned. Friggin ugh. I'm not even going to say anything about this.
rooms are a frightful fuckface. kitchen is terrifying. desk is a horror.
school wants to use Musica to gain face again.
international office holding a dinner for its teachers, which means seeing The Squad and being hinted "oh you never spend any time with us foreigners!" (damn straight I don't)
irritated and frustrated and displeased and Mood and want to see my family again and want to be among tall, green trees and lightning bugs and black raspberries
and being loomed over by a tall and insurmountable cliff of Fucking Grading
and tired of being reneged upon by a an organization that doesn't even consider it an issue because This Is Just How We Do Things
and I just want to write stories