Right now is another instance of me not doing what I am supposed to do. Like, I should be going to bed. But I am not.
I have a test tomorrow in history. It shouldn't be bad if I do some quality studying at school tomorrow. Thank Jesus for having three free hours in the middle of the day. Right now, though, I should be resting up and getting my beauty sleep.
Who cares, though? I don't even want to be pretty. I wanted this boy, but he doesn't want me anymore. So I don't give a shit about what I look like.
Except, you know, the competition. I have to win this break up, especially because I didn't initiate it. He's already jumped the gun with that one. The only way to top him is to
A) Maintain a better appearance-based reputation
B) Make more friends than him (shouldn't be hard)
C) Find someone new before him. And I mean unless he's already gotten with the girl I didn't like when we were dating, he's probably not very close.
How desperate is this?
Whatever. I am in fake highschool. So I get to have a fake dramatic moment every once in an effing while. It is fake high school because it is so small and fun and strenuous. In real high school there would be lots of blondes in miniskirts and everyone would be skiving off their homework to do blow. Wait what point was I trying to make?
My school fails at being cold and distant. It's very warm and inviting, metaphorically. Literally, I freeze my buns off every day going to school. I have to change clothes when I come home because otherwise I would swelter.
Big Bang Theory had a less than Bang beginning. Oh well. I love those nerd. I feel like nerdy boys would be more appreciative of the love of a good woman. Unlike some I could mention.
On the bright side, I am taking mini scones to sell at the show tomorrow. Wheep.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sick
I am feverishly, mucuusly, disgustingly sick.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Term Papers suck
I have four and half more pages to write about the world expositions in France between 1855 and 1900. It's not even interesting anymore. The paper is due tomorrow, the first draft, so it's not like I can pick a new topic. I have no research time left. Eleven library books surround me on the couch. I make up each sentence in my paper, then find a passage in one of the books that supports it. I shuffle the books around so I have a variety of sources. I haven't bothered doing anything on it in three hours. I need to be done by 7 o' clock. And I still have some stupid math homework to finish.
This is the math homework I should have finished at the Math Homework party I went to last Thursday. Why didn't I get the math done? I was making scones. I know they are a crowd-pleaser, and everyone definitely liked them, but my math homework was left woefully incomplete. Crap.
I wish I were more hardworking. I work at some stuff, so people get this impression that I put effort into stuff, but it's not really true.
If this paper had been finished last week, I could have had this entire break to have fun. It's not like I didn't know this a week ago. I actually was tired every day after school. I actually did have homework and meetings and other things on my mind. But...this paper really sucks.
I'm also bummed I didn't get a chance to test for my license on Friday. Hopefully I can get that done later this week.
This is the math homework I should have finished at the Math Homework party I went to last Thursday. Why didn't I get the math done? I was making scones. I know they are a crowd-pleaser, and everyone definitely liked them, but my math homework was left woefully incomplete. Crap.
I wish I were more hardworking. I work at some stuff, so people get this impression that I put effort into stuff, but it's not really true.
If this paper had been finished last week, I could have had this entire break to have fun. It's not like I didn't know this a week ago. I actually was tired every day after school. I actually did have homework and meetings and other things on my mind. But...this paper really sucks.
I'm also bummed I didn't get a chance to test for my license on Friday. Hopefully I can get that done later this week.
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