Midol PMS
So I'm at Bobby's work right now and I'm bored. Really bored. Except not really, but sort of. Mhm. Exactly. I just have a headache, but we're listening to QUEEN so it's all good. Um, today was boring. I barely remember anything that happened; in fact I DON'T remember anything that happened. Wait no, we went over Moby Dick. Bah. I'm so glad I didn't have to read the whole thing. Two chapters is enough for me. Ok. Yeah. What else?
- Mrs.Dijulio gave me an application for this apprentice thing junk thingy thing for the Contemporary Art Center. I have to respond to two writing promts dealing with art before November 30. As in I have 2 days to write them. Bah. It would be cool if I got accepted though. I'd spend a few hours a week helping out people at the CAC and get special "perks". Plus it would look good on applications and resumes. Mhm.
- I still hate Honors English.
- I hate my guidance counselor. She never helps me with anything, and she wont let me get a word in.
Ok bye.
- Mrs.Dijulio gave me an application for this apprentice thing junk thingy thing for the Contemporary Art Center. I have to respond to two writing promts dealing with art before November 30. As in I have 2 days to write them. Bah. It would be cool if I got accepted though. I'd spend a few hours a week helping out people at the CAC and get special "perks". Plus it would look good on applications and resumes. Mhm.
- I still hate Honors English.
- I hate my guidance counselor. She never helps me with anything, and she wont let me get a word in.
Ok bye.