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Showing posts with label angst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angst. Show all posts
for the people who keep telling me I need to vent, here you go:
what is that
that freaky thing
yes that's right it's a naked mole rat. ;)
so stressed, guys. if you care:
1) FreeLancer, the literary magazine of which I am a co-editor, is falling apart and I'm watching the pieces break. We're broke, have no submissions for the new issue, and interest is fading fast. Maaaah.
2) Can Drive is draining all my energy. So much work. So much stress.
3) Homework. Oh geez so much. Studying for calculus and reading entire chapters of American History in one night and having to read Grapes of Wrath and the Scarlet Letter and an "outside reading book" and a surprise Spanish test
4) I feel like I should be trying to keep up with my social life, or even my URL life, but I'm just not, and I'm ok with that, but I feel guilty not talking to people and stuff.
5) My phone was dead for almost a week before I got a new charger which really was not good because I felt bad enough not talking to people and so I was out of touch with a lot of people for a while which was not fun. Also it made it harder to manage my committee in StuCo.
6) I'd really, really, really like to have the ability to drive but I just have no time.
7) Mondays are always especially stressful. I get a lot of homework assigned those days and I volunteer at the library so after that I'm exhausted and have exaggerated amounts of work to do. /:
8) My room is still a fucking DISASTER. I need to clean it. I know it'll help clear my mind but I just... PRIORITIES. THEY SUCK.
The only thing keeping me sane is, ironically, NaNoWriMo. It's going pretty well. Need to get my count in for today. I'll do that now, actually.
Hope you enjoyed another episode of "Katy is a whiny pansyass."
that freaky thing
yes that's right it's a naked mole rat. ;)
so stressed, guys. if you care:
1) FreeLancer, the literary magazine of which I am a co-editor, is falling apart and I'm watching the pieces break. We're broke, have no submissions for the new issue, and interest is fading fast. Maaaah.
2) Can Drive is draining all my energy. So much work. So much stress.
3) Homework. Oh geez so much. Studying for calculus and reading entire chapters of American History in one night and having to read Grapes of Wrath and the Scarlet Letter and an "outside reading book" and a surprise Spanish test
4) I feel like I should be trying to keep up with my social life, or even my URL life, but I'm just not, and I'm ok with that, but I feel guilty not talking to people and stuff.
5) My phone was dead for almost a week before I got a new charger which really was not good because I felt bad enough not talking to people and so I was out of touch with a lot of people for a while which was not fun. Also it made it harder to manage my committee in StuCo.
6) I'd really, really, really like to have the ability to drive but I just have no time.
7) Mondays are always especially stressful. I get a lot of homework assigned those days and I volunteer at the library so after that I'm exhausted and have exaggerated amounts of work to do. /:
8) My room is still a fucking DISASTER. I need to clean it. I know it'll help clear my mind but I just... PRIORITIES. THEY SUCK.
The only thing keeping me sane is, ironically, NaNoWriMo. It's going pretty well. Need to get my count in for today. I'll do that now, actually.
Hope you enjoyed another episode of "Katy is a whiny pansyass."
something personal.
10 things you wish you could say to 10 different people right now (don't list names):
10. You have absolutely no idea how lost I'd be without you.
9. Yes, I like you, and you're dating, so quit rubbing it in my face.
8. Please please please leave me the fuck alone. I do not like you.
7. If there were stairs around, you would be pushed down them.
6. I feel like something's missing, and I know it's because we don't talk anymore.
5. Every time I see something you post on facebook, I want to comment on it, but I can't imagine how awkward that would be.
4. We need to hang out. I know I've found a friend in you, but we need to make things happen.
3. I wish you knew those feelings for you never went away, and that's why I whore around you all the time.
2. I'd be more willing to talk to you if every time you were in rehab, it actually made a difference.
1. Thanks for putting up with me. I know it's hard sometimes.
9 things about yourself:
9. I'm nearly impossible to put up with.
8. I force my ideas down everyone's throats, but I appreciate disagreements.
7. I've chosen love and work.
6. I love Harry Potter.
5. I love popsicles.
4. Sometimes, I wish I could be more of a teenager.
3. Other times, I'm glad I'm not.
2. I read a lot. It makes me happy, and I like the escape.
1. Even if I have no idea what to say, I can manage to ramble.
8 ways to win your heart
8. Being a nerd.
7. Loving Holden and Harry.
6. Reading my blog.
5. Have a good sense of humor.
4. Understand my humor.
3. Understand my awkward people-person skills.
2. Listen to me whine, and don't be afraid to whine back.
1. Be attractive. Whoops, that's shallow.
7 things that cross your mind.
7. My retainer is far too fun to take in and out of my mouth.
6. This gum smells good. I want some.
5. *chew chew chew chew*
4. I'm too tired to do this.
3. Why is music not playing?
2. TOO LOUD!
1. When you look at you and me, we're different, different as can be...
6 things you wish you never did:
6. Told my mom that something she was wearing looked silly, even though she was finally branching out and trying something different and I literally laughed at her.
5. Signed up for that programming in Java class.
4. Dated that boy.
3. Let it get so far with that boy.
2. Watched HP the Musical. (LIES!)
1. Started working at Cinemark :P
Five turn offs:
5. Obnoxious laughs.
4. Excessive whiny-ness.
3. Squinty eyes. I do not live in a desert.
2. Beef jerky.
1. Crying.
Four turn ons:
4. Red hair. *shrug*
3. Harry Potter references.
2. Intelligence/big vocabulary.
1. Egocentric assholes. Don't ask me.
Three smileys that describe your life:
3. ;D
2. :*
1. :{)
Two things you want to do before you die:
2. See my name on the spine of a book.
1. Adopt Cambodian (or Guatemalan) babies.
One confession:
If I say something more than once, it's not a joke anymore.
10. You have absolutely no idea how lost I'd be without you.
9. Yes, I like you, and you're dating, so quit rubbing it in my face.
8. Please please please leave me the fuck alone. I do not like you.
7. If there were stairs around, you would be pushed down them.
6. I feel like something's missing, and I know it's because we don't talk anymore.
5. Every time I see something you post on facebook, I want to comment on it, but I can't imagine how awkward that would be.
4. We need to hang out. I know I've found a friend in you, but we need to make things happen.
3. I wish you knew those feelings for you never went away, and that's why I whore around you all the time.
2. I'd be more willing to talk to you if every time you were in rehab, it actually made a difference.
1. Thanks for putting up with me. I know it's hard sometimes.
9 things about yourself:
9. I'm nearly impossible to put up with.
8. I force my ideas down everyone's throats, but I appreciate disagreements.
7. I've chosen love and work.
6. I love Harry Potter.
5. I love popsicles.
4. Sometimes, I wish I could be more of a teenager.
3. Other times, I'm glad I'm not.
2. I read a lot. It makes me happy, and I like the escape.
1. Even if I have no idea what to say, I can manage to ramble.
8 ways to win your heart
8. Being a nerd.
7. Loving Holden and Harry.
6. Reading my blog.
5. Have a good sense of humor.
4. Understand my humor.
3. Understand my awkward people-person skills.
2. Listen to me whine, and don't be afraid to whine back.
1. Be attractive. Whoops, that's shallow.
7 things that cross your mind.
7. My retainer is far too fun to take in and out of my mouth.
6. This gum smells good. I want some.
5. *chew chew chew chew*
4. I'm too tired to do this.
3. Why is music not playing?
2. TOO LOUD!
1. When you look at you and me, we're different, different as can be...
6 things you wish you never did:
6. Told my mom that something she was wearing looked silly, even though she was finally branching out and trying something different and I literally laughed at her.
5. Signed up for that programming in Java class.
4. Dated that boy.
3. Let it get so far with that boy.
2. Watched HP the Musical. (LIES!)
1. Started working at Cinemark :P
Five turn offs:
5. Obnoxious laughs.
4. Excessive whiny-ness.
3. Squinty eyes. I do not live in a desert.
2. Beef jerky.
1. Crying.
Four turn ons:
4. Red hair. *shrug*
3. Harry Potter references.
2. Intelligence/big vocabulary.
1. Egocentric assholes. Don't ask me.
Three smileys that describe your life:
3. ;D
2. :*
1. :{)
Two things you want to do before you die:
2. See my name on the spine of a book.
1. Adopt Cambodian (or Guatemalan) babies.
One confession:
If I say something more than once, it's not a joke anymore.
hungry
I really wish my phone got service in my basement. I like to feel secluded, but sometimes someone *coughcough* will text me, and I enjoy that.
Also it would make receiving phone calls easier.
Earlier today:
-phone rings, unidentified number-
Me: Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: I can't hear you, one sec.
Them: -static-
Me: -goes upstairs- Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: Fffffff what is wrong with this house?! I get service NOWHERE!
Them: -static-
I called back five minutes later. Wrong number. Fffffffff.
Anyway. It's almost midnight. I'm gonna watch Ratatouille. I think I'll go up to my room and watch it on Darth, and hopefully have cell phone service. Also I have to go to Target tomorrow to get some shorts and a lock. My mom keeps bugging my ass about my lack of social life. I'm sorry, mom, I don't like hanging out with people. People bother me. I like hanging out in small groups, maybe one or two other people with me, not huge groups like everyone else, so it makes things awkward when I pull a certain person out of said group to enjoy a nice afternoon of just hanging out.
It's not my fault I'm socially retarded and seclude myself from every event. I like it better that way. Also I dislike being wet, so swimming is a no.
So I'm reading How We Are Hungry* by Dave Eggers. It's a gorgeous book, prose-wise, and it's so... depressing, almost. I don't want to spoil anything, but there's this one story (it's a collection of short(ish) stories) about this woman who goes on vacation. The really, really sad thing is that she goes on vacation to "get away," yet is able to perfectly predict everything that is going to happen. It's so sad.
And you know what I fucking hate? When people say I read into books/movies too much. Trust me, it's there to "read into." Authors are deep, they don't just throw shit on the page and sell it. Ffffff people are stupid and need to realize that just because you're not reading in/for a class doesn't mean the book is just an assortment of words on a page, and that there are still tones and themes and diction and metaphors and symbols to look at.
Anyway. I really love this book, despite it's sadness. I'm gonna try and finish it soon, less than 100 pages to go! (I think it's somewhere around 70 pages.)
Soooo off to Ratatouille. Sorry for this incredibly random/somewhat long blog post.
*Speaking of hungry... I'm gonna make some cheesecake soon. ... and I'm about to watch a movie about a rat chef. WTF METAPHORICAL HUNGER. LEAVE ME ALONE!
Also it would make receiving phone calls easier.
Earlier today:
-phone rings, unidentified number-
Me: Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: I can't hear you, one sec.
Them: -static-
Me: -goes upstairs- Hello?
Them: -static-
Me: Fffffff what is wrong with this house?! I get service NOWHERE!
Them: -static-
I called back five minutes later. Wrong number. Fffffffff.
Anyway. It's almost midnight. I'm gonna watch Ratatouille. I think I'll go up to my room and watch it on Darth, and hopefully have cell phone service. Also I have to go to Target tomorrow to get some shorts and a lock. My mom keeps bugging my ass about my lack of social life. I'm sorry, mom, I don't like hanging out with people. People bother me. I like hanging out in small groups, maybe one or two other people with me, not huge groups like everyone else, so it makes things awkward when I pull a certain person out of said group to enjoy a nice afternoon of just hanging out.
It's not my fault I'm socially retarded and seclude myself from every event. I like it better that way. Also I dislike being wet, so swimming is a no.
So I'm reading How We Are Hungry* by Dave Eggers. It's a gorgeous book, prose-wise, and it's so... depressing, almost. I don't want to spoil anything, but there's this one story (it's a collection of short(ish) stories) about this woman who goes on vacation. The really, really sad thing is that she goes on vacation to "get away," yet is able to perfectly predict everything that is going to happen. It's so sad.
And you know what I fucking hate? When people say I read into books/movies too much. Trust me, it's there to "read into." Authors are deep, they don't just throw shit on the page and sell it. Ffffff people are stupid and need to realize that just because you're not reading in/for a class doesn't mean the book is just an assortment of words on a page, and that there are still tones and themes and diction and metaphors and symbols to look at.
Anyway. I really love this book, despite it's sadness. I'm gonna try and finish it soon, less than 100 pages to go! (I think it's somewhere around 70 pages.)
Soooo off to Ratatouille. Sorry for this incredibly random/somewhat long blog post.
*Speaking of hungry... I'm gonna make some cheesecake soon. ... and I'm about to watch a movie about a rat chef. WTF METAPHORICAL HUNGER. LEAVE ME ALONE!
just some words.
I was going to blog about how frustrating it was trying to get the cherry at the bottom of my crushed ice, with no liquid left, in my cherry limeade... but right as I hit the "new blog" button and waited for the page to load, I managed to get the cherry. I then ate it. It was delicious.
Now I'm staring at the blankness (though not so blank anymore) and decided: I should still blog. I owe The People (what people?) a decent (or my definition of such) blog. So... here you go:
I went to Sonic, where I got the cherry limeade, and got a corndog. I believe that the corndog is the most delicious, perfect food there is.
(Skip to about... 50 seconds? It counts down and not up, just FYI.)
I don't think I could have said it better than Stanley here. Corndogs are delicious. Also, onion rings.
I have a lot of shit to dooooo. Summer homework is a real bummer.
First off, I have to "read selected chapters from Thoreau's Walden and McLean's A River Runs Through It. For both books, you will be expected to annotate and to maintain a double-entry quotation journal as you read. Be sure to read the instructions for annotation that follow. The annotation and the quotation journal for each book will be graded."
Sounds fun, right?
And of course there's all my American History AP (now forever known as AHAP; the teacher's name is Yoda) stuff, which I haven't even started looking at... it looks like a shitton. I'm not excited.
And on top of all that?
I'm gonna be on newspaper next year, as part of the developing online staff, so I'll have summer assignments spread throughout the year for that. First one's due Friday... I don't even know what it is.
Effing summer. With my job, and what I hope to accomplish with my social life, I'm hardly going to have any time at all to do what I usually do during the summer!
Which is to say: relax and do absolutely nothing. I'm also losing a lot of prime reading time. ): Hopefully I can keep up with the DFTBA Street Team assignments.
Also, hopefully I can beat up Malaise, my inner procrastinator. Yes, she has a name. I name a lot of people.
But Katy, your inner procrastinator isn't a person!
Shut up, angst.
Yeah, you name your procrastinator, but not your angst, who you actually HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH.
I SAID SHUT UP.
Will she ever go away? (My angst, I mean.)
I've been sick for the past two days. I've watched the entirety of the Office: Season 4. zomg I love that show. One of the only reasons I'm better anymore. (: Greg Daniels, I salute you.
I suppose I should write about my dream, and how I somehow convinced a race of highly intelligent aliens that humans were small brained and afraid of accepting anyone unique and individual, and that when I tried to stop them I only became more certain that they were right... but Angst might come back, so I'll just leave it at that.
Did you really just call me Angst?
Great, looks like she's back. Do you HAVE a name already?
Some call me Holden. Others call me Harry.
Ugh. You're a boy?
Yeah...
Eff. Alright... Holdarry... Harldon? ... Holdarry, I guess we'll go with. Wanna wrap this up?
Sure, I guess.
FICTIONPRESS LOVE POETRY LOLOLOL
Now I'm staring at the blankness (though not so blank anymore) and decided: I should still blog. I owe The People (what people?) a decent (or my definition of such) blog. So... here you go:
I went to Sonic, where I got the cherry limeade, and got a corndog. I believe that the corndog is the most delicious, perfect food there is.
(Skip to about... 50 seconds? It counts down and not up, just FYI.)
I don't think I could have said it better than Stanley here. Corndogs are delicious. Also, onion rings.
I have a lot of shit to dooooo. Summer homework is a real bummer.
First off, I have to "read selected chapters from Thoreau's Walden and McLean's A River Runs Through It. For both books, you will be expected to annotate and to maintain a double-entry quotation journal as you read. Be sure to read the instructions for annotation that follow. The annotation and the quotation journal for each book will be graded."
Sounds fun, right?
And of course there's all my American History AP (now forever known as AHAP; the teacher's name is Yoda) stuff, which I haven't even started looking at... it looks like a shitton. I'm not excited.
And on top of all that?
I'm gonna be on newspaper next year, as part of the developing online staff, so I'll have summer assignments spread throughout the year for that. First one's due Friday... I don't even know what it is.
Effing summer. With my job, and what I hope to accomplish with my social life, I'm hardly going to have any time at all to do what I usually do during the summer!
Which is to say: relax and do absolutely nothing. I'm also losing a lot of prime reading time. ): Hopefully I can keep up with the DFTBA Street Team assignments.
Also, hopefully I can beat up Malaise, my inner procrastinator. Yes, she has a name. I name a lot of people.
But Katy, your inner procrastinator isn't a person!
Shut up, angst.
Yeah, you name your procrastinator, but not your angst, who you actually HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH.
I SAID SHUT UP.
Will she ever go away? (My angst, I mean.)
I've been sick for the past two days. I've watched the entirety of the Office: Season 4. zomg I love that show. One of the only reasons I'm better anymore. (: Greg Daniels, I salute you.
I suppose I should write about my dream, and how I somehow convinced a race of highly intelligent aliens that humans were small brained and afraid of accepting anyone unique and individual, and that when I tried to stop them I only became more certain that they were right... but Angst might come back, so I'll just leave it at that.
Did you really just call me Angst?
Great, looks like she's back. Do you HAVE a name already?
Some call me Holden. Others call me Harry.
Ugh. You're a boy?
Yeah...
Eff. Alright... Holdarry... Harldon? ... Holdarry, I guess we'll go with. Wanna wrap this up?
Sure, I guess.
FICTIONPRESS LOVE POETRY LOLOLOL
a quest.
I miss writing.
I still "write," but I haven't produced anything I really love in a looong time. Not even last NaNo's was all that inspiring.
I miss seeing a blank page and imagining it as opportunity. Now I see it as an obstacle, a challenge I'm just not up to.
I miss sitting in a quiet room and hearing my thoughts bounce around happily, creating a little story for only me. Now I have to turn on music, otherwise it's just overwhelming.
I need my muse.
I need inspiration.
Maybe that's why I'm so desperate to leave. I need new experiences, I need to live. I used to be so content, I used to find inspiration in the smallest things.
I'm going to try to write something. I'll let you know how it goes.
I still "write," but I haven't produced anything I really love in a looong time. Not even last NaNo's was all that inspiring.
I miss seeing a blank page and imagining it as opportunity. Now I see it as an obstacle, a challenge I'm just not up to.
I miss sitting in a quiet room and hearing my thoughts bounce around happily, creating a little story for only me. Now I have to turn on music, otherwise it's just overwhelming.
I need my muse.
I need inspiration.
Maybe that's why I'm so desperate to leave. I need new experiences, I need to live. I used to be so content, I used to find inspiration in the smallest things.
I'm going to try to write something. I'll let you know how it goes.
eh, got an hour to kill.
Figure I might as well blog.
I realize I haven't written about my NEW JOB, and that it's only come up in passing. I'm currently employed at Cinemark, a movie theater. Just left an extremely angsty comment on [someone]'s blog about an experience from my first day. The hour I am currently killing ( *stab stab stab!* ) is in preparation for working later today. I got a call earlier today asking me to work at 2, and I was like "Uhh yeah right."
False, I was more like "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, but I can't! Sorry!" Because I apologize a lot to seem more polite? I don't know, I'm like a different person at work. And a different person on the internet. And a different person in my house, or at school, or while reading... Holden would call me a phony. I'm not a phony, I just... don't know who I am.
Hey, angst, leave me alone for once.
You're reading Catcher in the Rye; I really can't help myself.
Well, I finished Catcher, so leave me the hell alone already.
Doesn't mean you're going to stop thinking about it!
Dammit, angst is right. I'm not going to stop thinking about it. Or Cuckoo, or A Separate Peace. Stupid literature, influencing my decisions and stuff. I'm thinking about running away... you know, packing my laptop and some clean underwear and just going to New York. I really want to.
But I'm not going to.
Look for me in the insane asylum, because I'm either gonna pull a Finny or end up like Holden. I don't think I'm strong enough to be Chief.
(Separate Peace, Catcher, and Cuckoo. Suggested reading.)
I realize I haven't written about my NEW JOB, and that it's only come up in passing. I'm currently employed at Cinemark, a movie theater. Just left an extremely angsty comment on [someone]'s blog about an experience from my first day. The hour I am currently killing ( *stab stab stab!* ) is in preparation for working later today. I got a call earlier today asking me to work at 2, and I was like "Uhh yeah right."
False, I was more like "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, but I can't! Sorry!" Because I apologize a lot to seem more polite? I don't know, I'm like a different person at work. And a different person on the internet. And a different person in my house, or at school, or while reading... Holden would call me a phony. I'm not a phony, I just... don't know who I am.
Hey, angst, leave me alone for once.
You're reading Catcher in the Rye; I really can't help myself.
Well, I finished Catcher, so leave me the hell alone already.
Doesn't mean you're going to stop thinking about it!
Dammit, angst is right. I'm not going to stop thinking about it. Or Cuckoo, or A Separate Peace. Stupid literature, influencing my decisions and stuff. I'm thinking about running away... you know, packing my laptop and some clean underwear and just going to New York. I really want to.
But I'm not going to.
Look for me in the insane asylum, because I'm either gonna pull a Finny or end up like Holden. I don't think I'm strong enough to be Chief.
(Separate Peace, Catcher, and Cuckoo. Suggested reading.)
an apology
I'm sorry my blog posts have been shit lately. I know all I ever talk about is
a) English homework
b) school (in general)
c) general YouTube fangirling.
And that's not fair to you, [insert READER NAME here]! You deserve my top-quality blogs! I mean, sure, this is a bit of a cat blog, but I at least want to ENTERTAIN!
I have a pretty limited understanding of the things in the world, therefore a limited things to blog about. I like English and I go on the internet a lot. I go to school. I like reading and talking about books and literature. I mean really. That's my life. I don't date, I don't socialize (much, though it seems I'm going to prom...), I just do what I like and say "fuck the rest."
And as much as I love Little Miss Sunshine... is that really a fair way to take on life? I'm not exposing myself to anything new by doing the same old thing, sticking with the same old clique of people (online: Nerdfighters), everything I do and like and listen to (music-wise) is somehow related to the rest.
Should I go out and get drunk? Do I need to "find myself" by doing drugs? Hell no, not where I was going... but what can I do? I keep telling myself I'll "wait until college," where I can really "come out."
But am I to blame if I earnestly have "found myself?" I know who I am - am I supposed to ignore that? But even P-Nelli struggled with English in high school; he was a math nerd, a science geek, not an English buff. English was a challenge to him -- that's why he majored in it in college. What am I supposed to do?
Identity crisis much.
Stupid being-a-confused-and-socially-awkward-teenager-with-a-soapbox.
a) English homework
b) school (in general)
c) general YouTube fangirling.
And that's not fair to you, [insert READER NAME here]! You deserve my top-quality blogs! I mean, sure, this is a bit of a cat blog, but I at least want to ENTERTAIN!
I have a pretty limited understanding of the things in the world, therefore a limited things to blog about. I like English and I go on the internet a lot. I go to school. I like reading and talking about books and literature. I mean really. That's my life. I don't date, I don't socialize (much, though it seems I'm going to prom...), I just do what I like and say "fuck the rest."
And as much as I love Little Miss Sunshine... is that really a fair way to take on life? I'm not exposing myself to anything new by doing the same old thing, sticking with the same old clique of people (online: Nerdfighters), everything I do and like and listen to (music-wise) is somehow related to the rest.
Should I go out and get drunk? Do I need to "find myself" by doing drugs? Hell no, not where I was going... but what can I do? I keep telling myself I'll "wait until college," where I can really "come out."
But am I to blame if I earnestly have "found myself?" I know who I am - am I supposed to ignore that? But even P-Nelli struggled with English in high school; he was a math nerd, a science geek, not an English buff. English was a challenge to him -- that's why he majored in it in college. What am I supposed to do?
Identity crisis much.
Stupid being-a-confused-and-socially-awkward-teenager-with-a-soapbox.
BEDA 26: continuing the fail.
I have nothing interesting to say whatsoever.
Uhhh.
I really like Crystal Light Peach Tea.
I really hate that Legally Blonde is coming to Kansas City specifically when I will be in Denver, CO. On exactly the same days. Yeah that just really upsets me.
Weird how a stomach virus can be confused with 80 degree weather, allergies, and womanly symptoms. I want it to be appendicitis. I want all my diseases to be appendicitis. It's true. Every time I get a cramp, I pray for appendicitis.
Also: I fail at precalc. I don't understand how I'm in advanced math. I'm rather subpar. Mostly because I don't do my homework. But today I actually tried to do my homework and failed miserably, even though I paid attention in class. I spent more than thirty minutes on the first problem alone. I asked a classmate for help. I consulted the internet. I read the book and my notes a thousand times over. I don't understand it. I don't understand why I don't understand it. Damn logic.
Kay whatever this is done.
Uhhh.
I really like Crystal Light Peach Tea.
I really hate that Legally Blonde is coming to Kansas City specifically when I will be in Denver, CO. On exactly the same days. Yeah that just really upsets me.
Weird how a stomach virus can be confused with 80 degree weather, allergies, and womanly symptoms. I want it to be appendicitis. I want all my diseases to be appendicitis. It's true. Every time I get a cramp, I pray for appendicitis.
Also: I fail at precalc. I don't understand how I'm in advanced math. I'm rather subpar. Mostly because I don't do my homework. But today I actually tried to do my homework and failed miserably, even though I paid attention in class. I spent more than thirty minutes on the first problem alone. I asked a classmate for help. I consulted the internet. I read the book and my notes a thousand times over. I don't understand it. I don't understand why I don't understand it. Damn logic.
Kay whatever this is done.
BEDA 24: hwoigwhoei
so I didn't do BEDA yesterday... shhh don't tell anyone please.
I'll do a make-up blog the first day in May? I had kind of a bad/busy/obnoxious day yesterday. My house is 82 degrees, which explains high stress, etc. Plus allergies. *sniffles* I still don't feel 100%, but I have to go to my friend's birthday party tonight... I'll probably cut out early though. Make my appearance, then leave before I feel awkward and need to go cry in a bathroom because I'm depressingly lonely on the inside.
Oh, hey Angst. How are you?
S'all good, Self.
Yeah, yeah. I hope so.
How are you?
Feeling pretty angsty, actually. Do you know anything about that?
I might have something to do with it, yeah.
Well... will you quit?
No, probably not.
Well... I'm gonna go watch the Office.
Not go to the party?
... I'll go to the party, make my hellos, leave an hour later feigning cramps to the ladies and allergies to the men.
Are you sure you want to go?
Actually... no, I don't think I want to at all.
*winner!*
Yeah, I let Angst beat me up and influence my decisions. But whatever. I'm gross. I feel gross, I look gross... all in all, just grossness.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. Enough whining.
Current Grades:
Design: A, no worries
Precalc: B, need to work to keep it up!
Biology: A, a few worries but mostly OK
EHAP: A, a few worries but mostly OK
English: B (maybe A?), NEED TO WORK MY ASS OFF if I want to get an A!!
Writer's Workshop: A, no worries
Spanish: A, a few worries
Also. I LOVE SAILOR MOON.
Alright, this has been completely ridiculous. My apologies. I blame the medication. Off to watch the Office and 30 Rock.
I'll do a make-up blog the first day in May? I had kind of a bad/busy/obnoxious day yesterday. My house is 82 degrees, which explains high stress, etc. Plus allergies. *sniffles* I still don't feel 100%, but I have to go to my friend's birthday party tonight... I'll probably cut out early though. Make my appearance, then leave before I feel awkward and need to go cry in a bathroom because I'm depressingly lonely on the inside.
Oh, hey Angst. How are you?
S'all good, Self.
Yeah, yeah. I hope so.
How are you?
Feeling pretty angsty, actually. Do you know anything about that?
I might have something to do with it, yeah.
Well... will you quit?
No, probably not.
Well... I'm gonna go watch the Office.
Not go to the party?
... I'll go to the party, make my hellos, leave an hour later feigning cramps to the ladies and allergies to the men.
Are you sure you want to go?
Actually... no, I don't think I want to at all.
*winner!*
Yeah, I let Angst beat me up and influence my decisions. But whatever. I'm gross. I feel gross, I look gross... all in all, just grossness.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. Enough whining.
Current Grades:
Design: A, no worries
Precalc: B, need to work to keep it up!
Biology: A, a few worries but mostly OK
EHAP: A, a few worries but mostly OK
English: B (maybe A?), NEED TO WORK MY ASS OFF if I want to get an A!!
Writer's Workshop: A, no worries
Spanish: A, a few worries
Also. I LOVE SAILOR MOON.
Alright, this has been completely ridiculous. My apologies. I blame the medication. Off to watch the Office and 30 Rock.
living with near-alcoholics.
my mom's drunk.
I hate it when she's drunk because she tries to read things and is all "I don't have my glasses," and I'm like "whatever mom. go to bed."
and she doesn't. and tries to read things anyway. and then whines at money. and tries to use big words. and calls me "awesome" and talks about college. and tries to give me life lessons. ghwoieugiheor my life.
nanowrimo:
inspiration include Transformers, R.E.M, Ministry of Magic, aliens, dinosaurs, Psych, 3OH!3, Super Mario Galaxy, squidfingers, some poem I wrote a while back, the fact that someone who works for my dad refuses to go to doctors and is convinced that having a chiropractor fix your back is the only way to get rid of a cold, words like ghwoieugiheor and karatetentacles, and the love in my heart.
I hate it when she's drunk because she tries to read things and is all "I don't have my glasses," and I'm like "whatever mom. go to bed."
and she doesn't. and tries to read things anyway. and then whines at money. and tries to use big words. and calls me "awesome" and talks about college. and tries to give me life lessons. ghwoieugiheor my life.
nanowrimo:
inspiration include Transformers, R.E.M, Ministry of Magic, aliens, dinosaurs, Psych, 3OH!3, Super Mario Galaxy, squidfingers, some poem I wrote a while back, the fact that someone who works for my dad refuses to go to doctors and is convinced that having a chiropractor fix your back is the only way to get rid of a cold, words like ghwoieugiheor and karatetentacles, and the love in my heart.
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