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they say brevity is the soul of wit... but since i find myself both witless and listless at the moment we'll see where this entry takes us.
this past week of school seemed like complete and utter hell. i ended up skipping for the 3rd and even 4th time this year... and i was doing so good to. well, damn.
i stayed up all night thursday creating an complete piece of crap poetry collection for my creative writing class. i guess it was a lot better than i thought it would be. people clapped like hell after i read aloud one of them entitled "you, my poet." i was quite proud of the photography that went along with the poems.
friday was a complete blur. i was in this constant state of zoned-outness... managed to pull a B on my psych test i didn't even study for... not really sure how i faired on my geology quiz. all my grades are on the verge of being an A or B right now, it's ridiculous. it's like, do i care enough to get A's or should i be happy with the high B's? whatever, i'm almost done.. hopefully.
when school got out friday i went home and slept... from 3:30 to 8:30 the next morning.
so i have a couch in my room now. a big fatty flowery couch from upstairs. takes up... all the free space aside from the area on the left and right sides of my bed. my dad decided he didn't want it in the living room this year because he actually wanted room for the tree. imagine that. fucking 9' tree. it was kinda difficult setting it up.. but i'm glad nate was there to help, otherwise i would've probably broken something valuable.. or injured myself.
meh.
it doesn't really feel like christmas this year. we haven't even finished putting up our decorations. that sucks. whatever.
as horrible as it may sound.. i wish i was in school. at least it gave me something to do during my day. this break is gonna be hell. christmas and new years spent alone. fuuuuuuun.
mehx2
my dad needs to go to bed so i can sneak a glass of merlot to go along with my chocolate and sad movies.
this past week of school seemed like complete and utter hell. i ended up skipping for the 3rd and even 4th time this year... and i was doing so good to. well, damn.
i stayed up all night thursday creating an complete piece of crap poetry collection for my creative writing class. i guess it was a lot better than i thought it would be. people clapped like hell after i read aloud one of them entitled "you, my poet." i was quite proud of the photography that went along with the poems.
friday was a complete blur. i was in this constant state of zoned-outness... managed to pull a B on my psych test i didn't even study for... not really sure how i faired on my geology quiz. all my grades are on the verge of being an A or B right now, it's ridiculous. it's like, do i care enough to get A's or should i be happy with the high B's? whatever, i'm almost done.. hopefully.
when school got out friday i went home and slept... from 3:30 to 8:30 the next morning.
so i have a couch in my room now. a big fatty flowery couch from upstairs. takes up... all the free space aside from the area on the left and right sides of my bed. my dad decided he didn't want it in the living room this year because he actually wanted room for the tree. imagine that. fucking 9' tree. it was kinda difficult setting it up.. but i'm glad nate was there to help, otherwise i would've probably broken something valuable.. or injured myself.
meh.
it doesn't really feel like christmas this year. we haven't even finished putting up our decorations. that sucks. whatever.
as horrible as it may sound.. i wish i was in school. at least it gave me something to do during my day. this break is gonna be hell. christmas and new years spent alone. fuuuuuuun.
mehx2
my dad needs to go to bed so i can sneak a glass of merlot to go along with my chocolate and sad movies.