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So I admit it, I should totally be doing crap loads of work and busting nuts to get papers done on time, but when I realise there is no way in hell I am going to get my French paper done by 3 pm, I stop doing it. I asked for a week extension, and If I don't get it, I'm just going to hand it in late anyway or not at all. I have a History paper due tomorrow as well, and work tonight, and a poetry paper due on Thursday, also hopeless.
Things, life, is weird for everyone right now. I had a really good weekend though. Happy birthday to Em! Hmmm the Dome.. it makes me feel dirty. That's because it is dirty.
I forgot my trusty French English dictionary at home this morning, So I am using an internet one that I don't completely trust, but at the same time, it is simple and easy to understand. Under stress I forget the simplest and easiest of words. Arga warga. I heart Riddley Walker.
I also heart Robert, but I wish I didn't feel so awkward and hated when I go to his house every sunday. I hate the fact that it's apparently a bad influence on Stephanie to have me there. Cause she's 15 and if she doesn't know about sex already then she's in for one hell of a shock when she finds out what it's all about. Not only that but we never do anything suggestive around her and she never sees that we stay in the same room when we do. And for such a long time they seemed like they were getting used to me, accepting me even. And now they've gone from peacefull acceptance/ ignorance to hostility (or so it feels to me when I am there). Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I don't even get said hello to.
The weekend coming up, I am going home. Yay. We might go shopping, although Mom has to work the bookstore on the weekend, but no Nursing home, hoorah. And the Kittens, the Kittens will be yay also, despite the fact that they have gotten big enough to invade my room, and thus I will be forced to spend time with them at night.
Hmm, When the keyboards in the comp lab are not propped up, they are almost easier to type on, I kind of like it. hmmmm somethng new. There is totally a person in the row ahead of me playing a "dress the skinny cartoon chick" game online. And I thought I was wasting my time. Dang.
I had a dream last night that a classmate from highschool was looking for date rape under my bed. Ca-razy say what? What? My point exactly. I am going to go read some "Tour du Monde en Quatre Vingt Jours" now. Excuse-moi.
Things, life, is weird for everyone right now. I had a really good weekend though. Happy birthday to Em! Hmmm the Dome.. it makes me feel dirty. That's because it is dirty.
I forgot my trusty French English dictionary at home this morning, So I am using an internet one that I don't completely trust, but at the same time, it is simple and easy to understand. Under stress I forget the simplest and easiest of words. Arga warga. I heart Riddley Walker.
I also heart Robert, but I wish I didn't feel so awkward and hated when I go to his house every sunday. I hate the fact that it's apparently a bad influence on Stephanie to have me there. Cause she's 15 and if she doesn't know about sex already then she's in for one hell of a shock when she finds out what it's all about. Not only that but we never do anything suggestive around her and she never sees that we stay in the same room when we do. And for such a long time they seemed like they were getting used to me, accepting me even. And now they've gone from peacefull acceptance/ ignorance to hostility (or so it feels to me when I am there). Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I don't even get said hello to.
The weekend coming up, I am going home. Yay. We might go shopping, although Mom has to work the bookstore on the weekend, but no Nursing home, hoorah. And the Kittens, the Kittens will be yay also, despite the fact that they have gotten big enough to invade my room, and thus I will be forced to spend time with them at night.
Hmm, When the keyboards in the comp lab are not propped up, they are almost easier to type on, I kind of like it. hmmmm somethng new. There is totally a person in the row ahead of me playing a "dress the skinny cartoon chick" game online. And I thought I was wasting my time. Dang.
I had a dream last night that a classmate from highschool was looking for date rape under my bed. Ca-razy say what? What? My point exactly. I am going to go read some "Tour du Monde en Quatre Vingt Jours" now. Excuse-moi.