Venting
I think this week is just set up to make me feel like a big jerky jerkfaic.
I haven't even been on this account in, like, a week and a half, and now that I have, lo and behold some of my friends were going through some stuff and I wasn't even aware enough to offer my pointless support. Sorry a billion times over to anyone I talked right through without even realizing something had been bugging you. I'm usually better at this sort of thing, I promise.
My group in my Forensic Science class is probably a little pissed that I've put off going to Hobby Lobby or World Market or something to pick up the miniature furniture we need for our interactive display on John Wayne Gacy, and I sure didn't inspire confidence as a leader when I not only forgot to bring the flash drive with our powerpoint on it, but lied and made them think I actually worked on it and added things to keep them from being mad at me.
I haven't even started on my term paper for British Lit. and my source ladders are due tomorrow.
I argued with my mom when she was just trying to help me get my stuff in order for my fitting and we haven't spoken to each other all week.
I've pissed off pretty much all of those fun little voices in my head, and while normally I don't care and just cackle unfeelingly, I feel pretty bad this time. Not too bad, granted, but bad enough to work out a compromise with a fictional person living in my imagination.
Alright. Crazy and a jerk.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday. I need a weekend like burning.
I haven't even been on this account in, like, a week and a half, and now that I have, lo and behold some of my friends were going through some stuff and I wasn't even aware enough to offer my pointless support. Sorry a billion times over to anyone I talked right through without even realizing something had been bugging you. I'm usually better at this sort of thing, I promise.
My group in my Forensic Science class is probably a little pissed that I've put off going to Hobby Lobby or World Market or something to pick up the miniature furniture we need for our interactive display on John Wayne Gacy, and I sure didn't inspire confidence as a leader when I not only forgot to bring the flash drive with our powerpoint on it, but lied and made them think I actually worked on it and added things to keep them from being mad at me.
I haven't even started on my term paper for British Lit. and my source ladders are due tomorrow.
I argued with my mom when she was just trying to help me get my stuff in order for my fitting and we haven't spoken to each other all week.
I've pissed off pretty much all of those fun little voices in my head, and while normally I don't care and just cackle unfeelingly, I feel pretty bad this time. Not too bad, granted, but bad enough to work out a compromise with a fictional person living in my imagination.
Alright. Crazy and a jerk.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday. I need a weekend like burning.