Alright. So here is the thing. I really, really, reallyreallyreally hate that I vest so much time into other things besides my own. The Stiqayu continually screws me upside down and backwards. The Yearbook is a feeble attempt to catch up with the other “award winning” books. My grades are good, but I could do better. Jackson has overrun my life, ( Read more... )

So I'm really, really ready for this semster to be over. I can't take the stress that is associated with it. It's simply too much. Oh well. Everything will be over soon, right ( Read more... )

Bitchin'!!! I got a 3.2 on my portfolio! Now yes, I do understand that I could have done much better, and yes, I should have done much better, and yes, I did kinda slack off overall in the class, but for a piece-o-crap portfolio that I threw together in half a day I think I did well (I know Corinna is gonna die after reading that sentance... So ( Read more... )

So I think I'm done with boys, for a long time. This vacation had made me remember why I don't really have feelings for Dylan anymore. I don't think I can ever have feelings for him again, but I don't know about that. At this point, I still love the kid - don't get me wrong there - but I love him more as a friend, or better yet a brother. Maybe ( Read more... )

Yay! Percy + Pratt + 5 bazillion sequence assignments - time - good, quality work = My UW Portfolio ( Read more... )

So I need to write 1 1/2 1,000 word essays before midnight tonight. It can totally be done, don't get me wrong, but being able to start the process is what is killing me. Sooo.. In the great spirit of procrastination, here's a small update on Davids life ( Read more... )

I kinda feel stupid now about that last post, but I needed to get off my chest. The thing that is hard for me to live with is that I can't jsut say it to his face. Grr. I'm such a loser, but whatever. I have to work on that. I just don't want to hurt his feelings. He means too much to me, and I can't let him go ( Read more... )

SO I'm really starting to get tired of putting up with Dylan some times. I hate the fact that I need to tell myself that I think he's in one of his moods. It drags on me sometimes, you know. And he starts to yell at me, even though he doesn't think that he's yelling at me. I know that sometimes I assume a little too much, and that sometimes I don' ( Read more... )

So here is the deal, I just spen and hour and a half on a math assignment that I didn't do, but Mr. Macky in his far reaching wisdom already counted me for. AHHHH!!! I HATE MATH!!! Do you call that frustration, because I sure do ( Read more... )

put an 'x' in all the things you've done this year! 2005 ( Read more... )