RANT>>
Well, it's cold in this room and it's felt like a damn Friday all day. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I have never been a morning person, but lately I've been waking up at 7:15 because I am one for the snooze button. Sooo school blows. I brought my 66 up to an 80 in Geometry. I'm still passing all my classes. with d's for the most part. oh well. i got a 96 on my written test for drivers ed. HOLLER BACK.
The weather has been crap all week practically and i just want to go to the beach so bad. With Memorial day just around the corner and all, i am really dying to get out of my house and be in the SUN. and not having to worry about grades and studying and getting up early. one more marking period is all that's left. my dad has been on my ass about my fucking grades and this and that it's just like PLEASE SHUT UP. but since i am all big and bad and everything, i just go up to my room and cry over nothing really. cuz i'm a fucking baby. cuz i am a walking contridiction. cuz i don't push myself hard enough.
i had this REALLY fucked up dream that my parents died or something along those lines this morning and i woke up with tears in my eyes. i don't know what this means. ever since i was little, i never really had dreams, and if i did, i couldn't remember them. my dad is having problems with his eyes AGAIN and he's getting another surgery AGAIN on tuesday. which basically means he'll be out of work and he'll have no money and we're not going to Maryland over memorial weekend or whatver my dad's crazy lame plans were.
oh fucking blowwwwwwwww meee.
The weather has been crap all week practically and i just want to go to the beach so bad. With Memorial day just around the corner and all, i am really dying to get out of my house and be in the SUN. and not having to worry about grades and studying and getting up early. one more marking period is all that's left. my dad has been on my ass about my fucking grades and this and that it's just like PLEASE SHUT UP. but since i am all big and bad and everything, i just go up to my room and cry over nothing really. cuz i'm a fucking baby. cuz i am a walking contridiction. cuz i don't push myself hard enough.
i had this REALLY fucked up dream that my parents died or something along those lines this morning and i woke up with tears in my eyes. i don't know what this means. ever since i was little, i never really had dreams, and if i did, i couldn't remember them. my dad is having problems with his eyes AGAIN and he's getting another surgery AGAIN on tuesday. which basically means he'll be out of work and he'll have no money and we're not going to Maryland over memorial weekend or whatver my dad's crazy lame plans were.
oh fucking blowwwwwwwww meee.