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So I nearly fell asleep in French today. It was *really* bad. As cute as I find Guyker, all she does is talk and talk and talk and it's *so* boring and *no one* is listening, but drooping against their arms, almost in the same state as myself. Mariya's head was blatantly on her folder, and I was leaning lazily against my arm- both of our eyes closed, and I think Neil was doing the same. We sit in the first seats on the left hand side-- so I feel kinda bad.
Stayed at school until 5 or so, doing labwork and basically gossiping with Lepiano. She was going into her private life - about how her sister's boyfriend was a total loser, etc... but doesn't want to NOT support her, while i'm shaking my head and demanding that she tell her sister- that it's her given responsibility to make sure her sister is thinking sensibly about her relationships. Hypocritcal me. Actually, not so-- I am beginning, crazy or not- I am ...starting.
On my way home, I stopped across the street to talk to the neighbors who are very old, but do more yardwork than my entire family combined. Often the elderly are lonely, as they don't really have many to talk to - and if you give them the time of day they'll go on and on... so I did, and they had a five minute discussion together consulting about how I *obviously* get prettier and prettier every time they see me... (I live ACROSS THE STREET, so it's cute) and we got into school, colleges, then into how my MESSED UP NEIGHBOR WANTS TO PAY ME THREE F'ING DOLLARS FOR WALKING HER DOG. (I beg you, WHAT will I do with $3!?) She's really sweet, actually- and I felt a spark of sorrow that my grandmother didn't speak as fondly of me as she does of her grand-children. It's just how things go. I was there for an hour- just talking.
My poor mother is so, so very sick. The first thing I did was ask if I can do something- but there really IS nothing I CAN do. She's got the flu, I ordered food, got her some water, cut up some fruit... and told her to let me know if I can do anything.
Ugh, this entry is exactly what I hate reading in other people's journals. An account of a horribly BORING day, that NO one really cares about. I'm sorry.
Stayed at school until 5 or so, doing labwork and basically gossiping with Lepiano. She was going into her private life - about how her sister's boyfriend was a total loser, etc... but doesn't want to NOT support her, while i'm shaking my head and demanding that she tell her sister- that it's her given responsibility to make sure her sister is thinking sensibly about her relationships. Hypocritcal me. Actually, not so-- I am beginning, crazy or not- I am ...starting.
On my way home, I stopped across the street to talk to the neighbors who are very old, but do more yardwork than my entire family combined. Often the elderly are lonely, as they don't really have many to talk to - and if you give them the time of day they'll go on and on... so I did, and they had a five minute discussion together consulting about how I *obviously* get prettier and prettier every time they see me... (I live ACROSS THE STREET, so it's cute) and we got into school, colleges, then into how my MESSED UP NEIGHBOR WANTS TO PAY ME THREE F'ING DOLLARS FOR WALKING HER DOG. (I beg you, WHAT will I do with $3!?) She's really sweet, actually- and I felt a spark of sorrow that my grandmother didn't speak as fondly of me as she does of her grand-children. It's just how things go. I was there for an hour- just talking.
My poor mother is so, so very sick. The first thing I did was ask if I can do something- but there really IS nothing I CAN do. She's got the flu, I ordered food, got her some water, cut up some fruit... and told her to let me know if I can do anything.
Ugh, this entry is exactly what I hate reading in other people's journals. An account of a horribly BORING day, that NO one really cares about. I'm sorry.