Stay sweetly numb...
So I'm sick. My tummy hurts and I just feel like shit over all. *yeah, I said tummy.*
And you know what? I'm SO blaming school for this. I'm convinced that all the fucking shit I've been doing has finally gotten to me, and that's why I'm sick. Yup.
Finals. And then no more. No more!! I'm excited. I think once I get ROTC out of the way, I'll be happy. And when I'm finished with my Algebra 2 final, I'll be even happier. Even if I don't pass it, you need 3 F's to fail for the year and go to summer school, right? Well then I'm good. I've got a B, F, and B- in there so far, so... positively NO summer school. Okay.
Totally gonna fail though. I'm gonna fail my History final, I know that, and there's even a slight chance I might fail my Bio one too. *watch me pass with flying colors now.*
Even though I hate Latin, my project is going good. Not looking forward to carrying it to school though.
*I write all this like you care...*
Underworld was awesome. I feel deprived, not having seen it before. Oh well.
I need to practice. And draw.
And part of me wishes people would forget I exist until I wanted them to remember me again.
And you know what? I'm SO blaming school for this. I'm convinced that all the fucking shit I've been doing has finally gotten to me, and that's why I'm sick. Yup.
Finals. And then no more. No more!! I'm excited. I think once I get ROTC out of the way, I'll be happy. And when I'm finished with my Algebra 2 final, I'll be even happier. Even if I don't pass it, you need 3 F's to fail for the year and go to summer school, right? Well then I'm good. I've got a B, F, and B- in there so far, so... positively NO summer school. Okay.
Totally gonna fail though. I'm gonna fail my History final, I know that, and there's even a slight chance I might fail my Bio one too. *watch me pass with flying colors now.*
Even though I hate Latin, my project is going good. Not looking forward to carrying it to school though.
*I write all this like you care...*
Underworld was awesome. I feel deprived, not having seen it before. Oh well.
I need to practice. And draw.
And part of me wishes people would forget I exist until I wanted them to remember me again.