it's so unfortunate that living spaces is fourth period. i wanted to cry in math today. it's too much. i talked to noestheden in the morning and we decided that my career choice should be housewife/baby machine because it would be easiest. ok. i didn't want to go to school today, but then i had a vision of being 45 years old, 300lbs and working at walmart. i say my worst fear is dying tomorrow, but i'd rather die today than to live like that.
jone's soda is telling me that there is new hope for projects i had almost given up on.
i have no real homework, other than english. i have to read a million pages and answer a million questions. i know the answers already without even having to read anything, but i don't know how to put them into words.
i'm going to start on this goal: post 43 pictures of where I live.
i think i did six. ok.
i did a math test today. i looked over my notes for like two seconds, but i was like, "i know how to do this. this is easy." then i took the test and ended up writing on it, "i hate tests. i got all of these right when i did the homework..."
the 500m/6kmh question was on there. of course. i just wrote, "therefore it will take five minutes to walk 500m". 0%.
The image of a neat and tidy Virgo doesn't even begin to touch the possible unraveling of your emotions today. You have been upgraded from a tropical depression into a hurricane, complete with waves of feelings that can wash over your analytical walls of restraint. Hang on, for this ride will be worth it, stirring up enough emotions to last you a while.