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Tomorrow is Friday. Friday is in forty-one minutes. In less than twenty-four hours it will be the weekend.
I'm not excited about it at all. Oh no. Definitely not. I love school. A lot. Like... more than I love Hamburger Helper, and if you really know me you'll get that. Because I hate Hamburger Helper, almost as much as I hate school.
Forty minutes.
I'm having loads of trouble settling on a song. I guess it's because I'm lame.
Thirty-nine minutes.
I really wanted to tackle someone today, but not in the "OHMIGAH I LOVE YOU!" kind of way in the "ARRRRRGH I AM PRESENTLY KILLING YOU!" way. I suppose that is normal though.
Thirty-eight minutes.
I had to do the outside reading essay test today :/ My book was hard to track quotes down in because of the way it is arranged, so I had to leave out a whole paragraph. I was really mad. I feel like all of my paragraphs were equally strong, so cutting one out was tough.
Thirty-seven minutes.
I wrote less than everyone else, but I suppose I was more succinct? I don't like writing pages in pages, I'd rather write less, but have it be of a higher quality.
Thirty-six minutes.
I should start a different countdown. I think that closer ones inspire more hope though. Like if I was like... 29 more days until I get out of here, it's just not as good as "Thirty-five minutes until Friday."
Oh, thirty-four now. I'm running out of steam I suppose. I want to finish this bottle of water and fill it up again before I go to bed though. Only nine ounces to go!
Dee-licious.
I have no culture and it is really sad. We're supposed to bring food from our culture for Health Occ, but we can bring a family favorite if we don't have cultural food. I HAVE NO CULTURE. I got mad at Mom today for not making us eat Scandanavian food as we were growing up. I would get on Dad's case, but he's a bit o' everything, so that's probably hard. Grandma and Grandpa are pretty much just American. There is no strong cultural influence in that house, at least as far as I can tell.
Thirty-two minutes.
Thirty-one minutes. (Trente-et-un)
Sleep would probably be a fantastic idea. Too bad I'm not as tired as I was at 7:45 tonight. I should just start going to bed crazy early. The only problem is I would probably still sleep until my alarm went off :/
Twenty-nine minutes.
I'm not excited about it at all. Oh no. Definitely not. I love school. A lot. Like... more than I love Hamburger Helper, and if you really know me you'll get that. Because I hate Hamburger Helper, almost as much as I hate school.
Forty minutes.
I'm having loads of trouble settling on a song. I guess it's because I'm lame.
Thirty-nine minutes.
I really wanted to tackle someone today, but not in the "OHMIGAH I LOVE YOU!" kind of way in the "ARRRRRGH I AM PRESENTLY KILLING YOU!" way. I suppose that is normal though.
Thirty-eight minutes.
I had to do the outside reading essay test today :/ My book was hard to track quotes down in because of the way it is arranged, so I had to leave out a whole paragraph. I was really mad. I feel like all of my paragraphs were equally strong, so cutting one out was tough.
Thirty-seven minutes.
I wrote less than everyone else, but I suppose I was more succinct? I don't like writing pages in pages, I'd rather write less, but have it be of a higher quality.
Thirty-six minutes.
I should start a different countdown. I think that closer ones inspire more hope though. Like if I was like... 29 more days until I get out of here, it's just not as good as "Thirty-five minutes until Friday."
Oh, thirty-four now. I'm running out of steam I suppose. I want to finish this bottle of water and fill it up again before I go to bed though. Only nine ounces to go!
Dee-licious.
I have no culture and it is really sad. We're supposed to bring food from our culture for Health Occ, but we can bring a family favorite if we don't have cultural food. I HAVE NO CULTURE. I got mad at Mom today for not making us eat Scandanavian food as we were growing up. I would get on Dad's case, but he's a bit o' everything, so that's probably hard. Grandma and Grandpa are pretty much just American. There is no strong cultural influence in that house, at least as far as I can tell.
Thirty-two minutes.
Thirty-one minutes. (Trente-et-un)
Sleep would probably be a fantastic idea. Too bad I'm not as tired as I was at 7:45 tonight. I should just start going to bed crazy early. The only problem is I would probably still sleep until my alarm went off :/
Twenty-nine minutes.