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Is there anything wrong with drinking a Smirnoff twisted green apple while i am trying to finish my research paper? I think not.
Updating livejournal while trying to finish my research paper? Perhaps there is something wrong with that.
I had a hectic morning due to my own stubborness. I woke up at about 8:05 and since 280 is the devil, I knew there was no way I would make it to school on time. "No prob. I'll just be there before 2nd period starts." and I crawled back into bed. Diamond told me to go ahead and get up so I could eat and take my time getting ready. "grumble grumble grumble" And I ignored him and rolled over. I woke up again at 9:10. AH. I actually tried to make it, but no such time-stopping luck. I very hesitanly called my mom to see if she could check me in but she was busy. I must be getting slightly more tenacious because I actually went to Mr. Bruce with my problem instead of turning around and getting back in bed. After a half an hour talk with that bulbous man, he signed me in. He was very nice about the whole ordeal, and told me that he wasn't going to let me fail and that he would sign me in if I was late. I guess he thinks my dad is a pretty good doctor. Speaking of, I haven't talked to that pitiful man since the spring break alarm incident. *More stress*
I'm so stupidly in love. But thank god (or someone) because I would have no joy if it weren't for him.
Updating livejournal while trying to finish my research paper? Perhaps there is something wrong with that.
I had a hectic morning due to my own stubborness. I woke up at about 8:05 and since 280 is the devil, I knew there was no way I would make it to school on time. "No prob. I'll just be there before 2nd period starts." and I crawled back into bed. Diamond told me to go ahead and get up so I could eat and take my time getting ready. "grumble grumble grumble" And I ignored him and rolled over. I woke up again at 9:10. AH. I actually tried to make it, but no such time-stopping luck. I very hesitanly called my mom to see if she could check me in but she was busy. I must be getting slightly more tenacious because I actually went to Mr. Bruce with my problem instead of turning around and getting back in bed. After a half an hour talk with that bulbous man, he signed me in. He was very nice about the whole ordeal, and told me that he wasn't going to let me fail and that he would sign me in if I was late. I guess he thinks my dad is a pretty good doctor. Speaking of, I haven't talked to that pitiful man since the spring break alarm incident. *More stress*
I'm so stupidly in love. But thank god (or someone) because I would have no joy if it weren't for him.