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WTF is with this college financial shit!? Christ, I'm all figured out, and I'm completely exhausted from fighting with my parents besides.
I should eat something to keep up my energy. Maybe chocolate, to get the endorphins going, because I could use a little happy-pick-me-up. Or not, because I want to fit into the prom dress my grandmother manipulated onto me.
Note: must look at her gloves to determine whether to buy my own, and must buy shoes. Also, get a hair appointment if at all possible this late in the game. And, find a decent hairstyle, if one exists.
I'm getting back into that place where I have to repeatedly tell myself "Sleep is overrated anyway. Who cares that all of this stress will make you look sixty at thirty-five? At least you're doing your best to pass your shitty AP classes. And an 82 (OMFG, BTW) isn't bad for a class like Calc or Bio when 2/3 kids are failing and you're stricken with Senioritis." Sometimes I get afraid of drowning in my own rationalizations and then I realize it's all bullshit anyway and just want to cry from exhaustion and futility.
So no, I am not a happy camper at this moment in time, and the weekend will suck as well because my Grandma is coming home, then the next weekend is the extremely over-schedueled Band Trip, and then the one after that is Prom.
"Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated..."
I should eat something to keep up my energy. Maybe chocolate, to get the endorphins going, because I could use a little happy-pick-me-up. Or not, because I want to fit into the prom dress my grandmother manipulated onto me.
Note: must look at her gloves to determine whether to buy my own, and must buy shoes. Also, get a hair appointment if at all possible this late in the game. And, find a decent hairstyle, if one exists.
I'm getting back into that place where I have to repeatedly tell myself "Sleep is overrated anyway. Who cares that all of this stress will make you look sixty at thirty-five? At least you're doing your best to pass your shitty AP classes. And an 82 (OMFG, BTW) isn't bad for a class like Calc or Bio when 2/3 kids are failing and you're stricken with Senioritis." Sometimes I get afraid of drowning in my own rationalizations and then I realize it's all bullshit anyway and just want to cry from exhaustion and futility.
So no, I am not a happy camper at this moment in time, and the weekend will suck as well because my Grandma is coming home, then the next weekend is the extremely over-schedueled Band Trip, and then the one after that is Prom.
"Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated. Sleep is overrated..."