Why am I so pissy today?
I have this essay to write on "my literacy development". It has to be 1,000 words/4 pages. And I don't know what to write. I'm on 252 words right now, and 1 page. And the draft of it is due tomorrow. Not to mention, I have to make references to excerpts of our book that I haven't read yet.
And I'm stressed out. Because FIRST is stressful. And planning things is stressful. And being busy is stressful. And caring about people is stressful. And I miss Sean.
And why can't people understand that, though my 21st birthday is on Saturday, I don't want to go out and get absolutely wasted. Because that doesn't sound like fun, and I want to have fun on my birthday. I want to go out, drink, maybe get drunk, and have a good time. I don't want to spend the night puking, and the next two-three days recovering from that night. And I'm not going to. I'd rather go out with the few friends who understand that, than have other people come out with me and try to get me trashed. The people who I explain this to are sometimes awesome (like katiphish) or, usually, go, "Uh huh - yeah right. We're going to get you SO TRASHED!!!"
I won't drink anything I don't want to drink. I won't feel pressured to drink something just because someone bought it for me (if they want it gone so bad, they can drink it themselves or consider their dollars wasted) especially if I don't like the drink. Which brings me to my next point - I'm not doing any shots. I don't enjoy shots, so I won't do them. And that's the end of that.
Ever get the feeling you just want to cry, but don't have a reason why? I feel like that right now. I want to cuddle up to Jake, and watch a sappy movie, and bawl my eyes out. But Jake's busy, and I don't like crying, and neither of us has time to watch movies.
I think I'll just put off this essay til tomorrow morning. It's just a draft anyway ... I can finish it between 9:30-11:00. I'm not getting anything done on it now, anyway ... I might as well sleep.
Is it the weekend yet?
And I'm stressed out. Because FIRST is stressful. And planning things is stressful. And being busy is stressful. And caring about people is stressful. And I miss Sean.
And why can't people understand that, though my 21st birthday is on Saturday, I don't want to go out and get absolutely wasted. Because that doesn't sound like fun, and I want to have fun on my birthday. I want to go out, drink, maybe get drunk, and have a good time. I don't want to spend the night puking, and the next two-three days recovering from that night. And I'm not going to. I'd rather go out with the few friends who understand that, than have other people come out with me and try to get me trashed. The people who I explain this to are sometimes awesome (like katiphish) or, usually, go, "Uh huh - yeah right. We're going to get you SO TRASHED!!!"
I won't drink anything I don't want to drink. I won't feel pressured to drink something just because someone bought it for me (if they want it gone so bad, they can drink it themselves or consider their dollars wasted) especially if I don't like the drink. Which brings me to my next point - I'm not doing any shots. I don't enjoy shots, so I won't do them. And that's the end of that.
Ever get the feeling you just want to cry, but don't have a reason why? I feel like that right now. I want to cuddle up to Jake, and watch a sappy movie, and bawl my eyes out. But Jake's busy, and I don't like crying, and neither of us has time to watch movies.
I think I'll just put off this essay til tomorrow morning. It's just a draft anyway ... I can finish it between 9:30-11:00. I'm not getting anything done on it now, anyway ... I might as well sleep.
Is it the weekend yet?