in which head is pounding, mother is screaming, and cat is inches away from being strangled

[suurlemoen]

achh, am tired and hungry. I loath my chem. teacher. He gives us loads of homework, can't explain his head out of his ass, and doesn't comes prepared to class. Our notes consist of random scribblings on the overhead which are erased before anyone can even begin to copy them. *takes deep breath*

to better news, I started making my muslin version of the Dream Gown, I'm eating a very good orange, i don't have an overwhelming amount of homework, and I'm almost done with my very first (postable) fic! oh, and i made another icon! yay