School is killing me. I wish I could just say, "Yes, I understand the purpose of a book review and know how to write one," and get an A! It would be great instead of writing one frantically in one and one half hours. Damn. Death. Hatred ( Read more... )

I'm so tired every day of my life. I hate school. My Speech class was cancelled this morning, so I could have slept for another hour. My English teacher hates me, I think. She didn't post my grade for my final essay 1, but she sent us all emails saying everyone should have their grade. I didn't turn in my draft of essay 2 on Tuesday. I haven' ( Read more... )

Draw a picture of a turtle eating the pi symbol.

I had the worst morning ever. Oh my God--ever.

I hate Speech.

I hate myself.

I hate you.

Death.

(HFA)

Today was a horrible day. I hated it. And I'll probably hate tomorrow, too. We're spending the night with Dad tomorrow night, just in case the house dies. If we lived in an actual house, we'd be fine. But we live in a pile of shit, so, you know. Death. I barely got my journals and final draft sent on time.

Hatred.

Today I am working 1-9:30pm. After that, I have journals and my final draft due at midnight. Hm. I will be tired from unloading the truck and stocking a million things. Oh well.

I have to dry my hair and other crazy things. Smoooooch.

Have you ever smelled the Dollar Tree? I mean, really smelled it? It smells like dirty and hopeless and lonely and sad and no one else understands. They just say they love you but ignore you and throw false hope at you and then leave you COLD AND ALONE. And smelly because you have to work at the goddamn Dollar Tree for 41 hours this week and ( Read more... )

So, I decided that I am a genius. Especially in my advanced writing class. Bow down to me! Not that I think my writing is very good. I beg to differ. But, Teach likes it. Peer editors like it. If only I could make myself write in my journal every day, I'd have it made. But, it is not made. Not made at all. I am 6 days behind on this week's ( Read more... )

So. I have this speech to give tomorrow. I wasn't there the day it was assigned. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to have note cards, if so how many? Also, I just know it has to be a 3-minute speech about myself. Are there guidelines or anything? What? I hate speech! I MIGHT THROW UP AND DIE.

Saturday night, around 8pm, Phillip and I left Missouri. Our 9-hour trip to Bossier was perfectly normal and fine for the first 8 hours. A little after 4 am, we were both really tired. I was asleep in the passenger seat; he was asleep at the wheel. I woke up to a lot of spinning and flying dirt. We ended up in a very steep ditch, upside down ( Read more... )