there are feathers everywhere but its fine
i do not believe in homework. i can't comprehend it being real. especially the homework that you are supposed to do "out of the goodness of your heart." thats bullshit. im sorry, i need to watch my langauge. calculus teacher, we dont want to hear your stories about how you can watch tennis until youre blue in the face, that does not connect to me at all. whatthefuckever, ive got like, an a- in class and i never do the homework. looks like i can watch calculus until im blue in the face and get by just freaking fine.
ps i dont think any of you realize how often i spell "homework" as homeowrk. idk why that happens, but i giggle at my stupidity each and every time. i find it quite entertaining. by the way, i dont sound pretentious do i? i hope not...
anyway, i feel like shit. no apologies for the language anymore folks, were big kids now. ive got a lovely mixture of colds, what might be alleriges, and cramps. this is entirely uncool. i want to curl into my bed and just lay there and let the soothing sounds of patrick stump and/or brendon urie lull me to sleep. but i can't, as i have a rough draft due of my lesson plan that i have yet to map out. anyone want to teach a lesson on the rules of exponents? no takers? i thought so. and then there is that pesky little issue of the test im taking tomorrow as well, that i definitely did not study for yet. and its cumulative. fuck me. whatever, you know, maybe i should just stop caring about my education, and start praying for the best. i do pretty damn well without studying and whatnot usually, i should start practicing what i preach and actually just not study and see how i do.
jsyk, im incredibly enjoying learning new acronyms and fangirl speak all over again. it makes my days. and im totally jealous of all those who can write fanfic. its a talent man, and sme of you are freaking awesome. well, looks like i should atleast attempt to write something down for my lesson. after all, MANDY (gagme) will want something physically in front of me tomorrow at 2.
pessimistically yours,
cole