It has been such a long time...
...since last you read about my life.
I know it is secretly tearing you apart inside.
I am really quite tired however of making bitchy whinning updates about how much life sucks.
Ah, if I could go back in time and kick my stupid 9th grade ass for being so whinny, I would. Someone needed to beat the hell out of my whinny 9th grade self. Although, it is a good thing they didn't, for they would most likely have ended up tied to a pole in my basement while I held a gun to their cat's head or something. Haha, not really... I wasn't that anti-social/psychopathic. Just a whinny bitch. As, I must say I still pretty much am.
Enough is enough.
I draw the line here.____________________________________________________________(see, line.)
So, today was strange. I was in one of my sleep deprived hyper moods. For those of you that have not seen me sleep deprived: I get hyper in an effort to stay awake, talk a mile a minute, and have no coherant thought process at all. I must say that I am however fond of these moods, because it is nearly impossible to piss me off when I am in such a mood. The only thing that pisses me off when I am sleep deprived, is rap music. The sound waves in rap music make my head spin, they are horrible, and should be done away with. On any other day, my brain can take it, but not on a day of sleep deprevation.
Mr. Olsen threw me for a loop today by showing some moderate concern about my life... needless to say his ability to care took me by surprise.
On a happy note however, I received a letter inviting me to join the NHSS. It made me ecstatic, seeing as my achievement level since my highschool days has dropped considerably.
Another thing that introduced joy into my life: My mom made a whole crock pot of roast beef just for me. Can I eat a whole crock pot of roast beef alone? No. But, still... it was mine all the same. Funny thing is I didn't eat any of it. Ah, oh well.
Is tomorrow a half day of school? I think it is.
I get to work on Thursday because Andrea needed a sub. I love working.
I finished all my homework, excluding geometry because Mr. Smith is stupid.
Anyhow, I am going to do something: Not sleep, I am no longer a fan of sleep. When I am well rested, I have no fun. Plus, I just drank a whole pot of coffee, so sleep isn't in my immediate future anyhow.
Sincerely...
your best and only friend,
Stephannie N. Burnley.
I know it is secretly tearing you apart inside.
I am really quite tired however of making bitchy whinning updates about how much life sucks.
Ah, if I could go back in time and kick my stupid 9th grade ass for being so whinny, I would. Someone needed to beat the hell out of my whinny 9th grade self. Although, it is a good thing they didn't, for they would most likely have ended up tied to a pole in my basement while I held a gun to their cat's head or something. Haha, not really... I wasn't that anti-social/psychopathic. Just a whinny bitch. As, I must say I still pretty much am.
Enough is enough.
I draw the line here.____________________________________________________________(see, line.)
So, today was strange. I was in one of my sleep deprived hyper moods. For those of you that have not seen me sleep deprived: I get hyper in an effort to stay awake, talk a mile a minute, and have no coherant thought process at all. I must say that I am however fond of these moods, because it is nearly impossible to piss me off when I am in such a mood. The only thing that pisses me off when I am sleep deprived, is rap music. The sound waves in rap music make my head spin, they are horrible, and should be done away with. On any other day, my brain can take it, but not on a day of sleep deprevation.
Mr. Olsen threw me for a loop today by showing some moderate concern about my life... needless to say his ability to care took me by surprise.
On a happy note however, I received a letter inviting me to join the NHSS. It made me ecstatic, seeing as my achievement level since my highschool days has dropped considerably.
Another thing that introduced joy into my life: My mom made a whole crock pot of roast beef just for me. Can I eat a whole crock pot of roast beef alone? No. But, still... it was mine all the same. Funny thing is I didn't eat any of it. Ah, oh well.
Is tomorrow a half day of school? I think it is.
I get to work on Thursday because Andrea needed a sub. I love working.
I finished all my homework, excluding geometry because Mr. Smith is stupid.
Anyhow, I am going to do something: Not sleep, I am no longer a fan of sleep. When I am well rested, I have no fun. Plus, I just drank a whole pot of coffee, so sleep isn't in my immediate future anyhow.
Sincerely...
your best and only friend,
Stephannie N. Burnley.