Yipp.
Sorry about yesterday's entry. I was stressing. Chili cookoff, and I thought I had 30 cards for JRP due today.. turns out they're due Friday. *sigh of relief* I love when I find out stuff like that. Except I stayed up until 3:30 doing cards (I only got maybe 6 done because I was scraping the bottom of my critical source-pan) only to find out that I had plenty of time to find more sources. Hmm.
Billy got me flowers, heh. I felt so bad afterwords, he said he and his dad felt that I didn't appreciate them. I did, I was just wigging out because that's what I do when I'm stressed. Our chili was freezing cold and it wasn't heating up, and I was alone, and Lindsay was gone and I still had 30 secondary source notecards due andIwasbeginningtorunaroundlikeachickenwithitsheadcutoff. Which, incidentally, no animals were harmed in the making of our chili. I was so out of it I forgot to give him HIS gift. I got frustrated because I needed his help to pour the stuff into the crockpot and he said he had to leave. So I was just like, "Okay, go! Go! Fine! Go!" *sigh* Sorry.
I go to the nurse to see the psych and she's never there. I tell the nurse that writing helps relieve A LOT of stress. So she lets me write during Chapel. I've done it twice, guys. Twice. Then she complained about me coming too often. I'm kind of going "Um. Okay. Well, excuse me for HAVING PROBLEMS". The psych's only there Mon, Wed, and Fri. Lately she's just had other things to do and I don't have enough time out of school to go to one. I don't like talking to the nurse because she just gives me this look of "You are one TWISTED, psychotic girl." I'm NOT. I do tend to have suicidal/homicidal thoughts, because of stress, or anger, or whatever (PMS), but I've never *recently* seriously considered the former, and I've NEVER done the latter. Don't get me wrong, there are times where I just wish I would drop dead because I can't take it anymore, but I haven't actually attempted suicide. I do tend to freak out easily. Tests pile up, homework piles up, the pressure of Seussical, grades, college... it all builds up and I find myself punching my bedroom walls and sobbing. Not too good for the knuckles. It's been weeks since I've been able to drum because I get home at around 7, 8:30 if we eat out, and I come home and do homework until about 1 or 2 in the morning. Not that I can sleep after that. I usually end up drifting off to sleep around 3 or 4. Only to wake up at 6/6:30.
My throat's slowly getting better, at least I don't "sound like a man" any more. (Thank you, Mr. J.)
I'll finish when I get to History.
Edit:
"My wife just wants us to get our will together; she says 'what are we going to do with the money when we're dead?' and I'm just thinking I don't care because I'm going to be...dead."
Mr. Irwin.
Meh, I've forgotte my train of thought now.
Billy got me flowers, heh. I felt so bad afterwords, he said he and his dad felt that I didn't appreciate them. I did, I was just wigging out because that's what I do when I'm stressed. Our chili was freezing cold and it wasn't heating up, and I was alone, and Lindsay was gone and I still had 30 secondary source notecards due andIwasbeginningtorunaroundlikeachickenwithitsheadcutoff. Which, incidentally, no animals were harmed in the making of our chili. I was so out of it I forgot to give him HIS gift. I got frustrated because I needed his help to pour the stuff into the crockpot and he said he had to leave. So I was just like, "Okay, go! Go! Fine! Go!" *sigh* Sorry.
I go to the nurse to see the psych and she's never there. I tell the nurse that writing helps relieve A LOT of stress. So she lets me write during Chapel. I've done it twice, guys. Twice. Then she complained about me coming too often. I'm kind of going "Um. Okay. Well, excuse me for HAVING PROBLEMS". The psych's only there Mon, Wed, and Fri. Lately she's just had other things to do and I don't have enough time out of school to go to one. I don't like talking to the nurse because she just gives me this look of "You are one TWISTED, psychotic girl." I'm NOT. I do tend to have suicidal/homicidal thoughts, because of stress, or anger, or whatever (PMS), but I've never *recently* seriously considered the former, and I've NEVER done the latter. Don't get me wrong, there are times where I just wish I would drop dead because I can't take it anymore, but I haven't actually attempted suicide. I do tend to freak out easily. Tests pile up, homework piles up, the pressure of Seussical, grades, college... it all builds up and I find myself punching my bedroom walls and sobbing. Not too good for the knuckles. It's been weeks since I've been able to drum because I get home at around 7, 8:30 if we eat out, and I come home and do homework until about 1 or 2 in the morning. Not that I can sleep after that. I usually end up drifting off to sleep around 3 or 4. Only to wake up at 6/6:30.
My throat's slowly getting better, at least I don't "sound like a man" any more. (Thank you, Mr. J.)
I'll finish when I get to History.
Edit:
"My wife just wants us to get our will together; she says 'what are we going to do with the money when we're dead?' and I'm just thinking I don't care because I'm going to be...dead."
Mr. Irwin.
Meh, I've forgotte my train of thought now.