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today is the eve of the eve of christmas eve. i worked this out in algebra today. i should start packing, but let's be realistic, i'm not really going to do that.
i took 2 long tests today. i have a chemistry extra credit i have to do because i havent gotten ONE A on a test yet..a history pamphlet..for english, a character analysis essay, a 10 page research paper to be thought about, and "ENJOY YOUR BREAK!" in bold italics. what kind of a shit pre-christmas week is this?
in truth, i did make silly putty today. after 5 blundered plastic cups filled with colored glue. it was a Dixie cup massacre.
i got a book at the library today. yes, they have lots of those there. but anyway, it was reccomended to me by suzanne. it's about a pair of pants. i thought this was a metaphor, but so far it's literally about pants. i'm only on page 4 though, so i'n sure this will change.
so yes..my mother got angry at me for wrapping the present she begged me to wrap b/c she hates wrapping and kinda sucks at it. and i wrapped it very nicely. it was very prettyful though a little lumpy. then when i tell her i'm done she askes "oh, did you take the price tag off?" WTF. no, i did not. is that not the first thing SHE should have done? then we both throw fits and my father gets angry at me b/c he now has to go unwrap and rewrap it.
it feels like friday today. probably because i haven't done any homework. and my hair smells like a cabbage patch kid and play doh.
i took 2 long tests today. i have a chemistry extra credit i have to do because i havent gotten ONE A on a test yet..a history pamphlet..for english, a character analysis essay, a 10 page research paper to be thought about, and "ENJOY YOUR BREAK!" in bold italics. what kind of a shit pre-christmas week is this?
in truth, i did make silly putty today. after 5 blundered plastic cups filled with colored glue. it was a Dixie cup massacre.
i got a book at the library today. yes, they have lots of those there. but anyway, it was reccomended to me by suzanne. it's about a pair of pants. i thought this was a metaphor, but so far it's literally about pants. i'm only on page 4 though, so i'n sure this will change.
so yes..my mother got angry at me for wrapping the present she begged me to wrap b/c she hates wrapping and kinda sucks at it. and i wrapped it very nicely. it was very prettyful though a little lumpy. then when i tell her i'm done she askes "oh, did you take the price tag off?" WTF. no, i did not. is that not the first thing SHE should have done? then we both throw fits and my father gets angry at me b/c he now has to go unwrap and rewrap it.
it feels like friday today. probably because i haven't done any homework. and my hair smells like a cabbage patch kid and play doh.