But She Has Cooties
I felt so tired and drained today, I wanted to cry at least 12 times. It's kind of my fault though I didn't go to bed well after 3 Am since I had to finish my english paper which I will more than likely get a low D on it. We've begun reading MacBeth or rather listening to it on tape since most of the peons in my English class don't know how to read.
Choir is where most of my pain stems from. I''m sorry but I'm sick of this class. No one in there aside from Jessica Stewart sings out. She's the only one that's heard during whatever song we're doing. Karl the only other guy in my choir group doesn't sing at all. He mumbles the words and he's always laughing about something or he's talking to his sister in Polish more than likely talking about the hot incest action that they have after class. And he has the dumbest laugh ever! He just pisses me off because he doesn't take anything serious. I don't understand how someone so goddamn goofy could be considered cute. Not only do I have to deal with Karl's stupidity, I also have to deal with the stupidness of practically everyone one of those damn Chaladeans girls who all share the same bad perfume. I don't want to do this concert. I'm sorry but we suck that much. I don't want anyone to see me sucking so bad.
I have to work on my literature to film project. I'm reading Flowers in the Attic and then I'm watching the movie and comparing the two. 4th hour I checked papers and I had fun failing people. It makes me smile when I check a bad paper. Does that make me a bad person?
WCSPA was boring. We watched To Kill a Mocking Bird so I deiced I would take a nap. Then after school I went to choir rehearsal and felt like dying again. The drama club ended up watching Chicago so I stopped by and watch it for a while and then I came home and took a nap and now I'm here.
Tomorrow we have auditions for Odd Couple. I want to get a role but I doubt I will. I know I suck so maybe I'll work crew again.
Choir is where most of my pain stems from. I''m sorry but I'm sick of this class. No one in there aside from Jessica Stewart sings out. She's the only one that's heard during whatever song we're doing. Karl the only other guy in my choir group doesn't sing at all. He mumbles the words and he's always laughing about something or he's talking to his sister in Polish more than likely talking about the hot incest action that they have after class. And he has the dumbest laugh ever! He just pisses me off because he doesn't take anything serious. I don't understand how someone so goddamn goofy could be considered cute. Not only do I have to deal with Karl's stupidity, I also have to deal with the stupidness of practically everyone one of those damn Chaladeans girls who all share the same bad perfume. I don't want to do this concert. I'm sorry but we suck that much. I don't want anyone to see me sucking so bad.
I have to work on my literature to film project. I'm reading Flowers in the Attic and then I'm watching the movie and comparing the two. 4th hour I checked papers and I had fun failing people. It makes me smile when I check a bad paper. Does that make me a bad person?
WCSPA was boring. We watched To Kill a Mocking Bird so I deiced I would take a nap. Then after school I went to choir rehearsal and felt like dying again. The drama club ended up watching Chicago so I stopped by and watch it for a while and then I came home and took a nap and now I'm here.
Tomorrow we have auditions for Odd Couple. I want to get a role but I doubt I will. I know I suck so maybe I'll work crew again.