I hate me right now. I'm frustrated with everything about me. And don't think that just because Rachael says I'm not a hypocritical bitch doesn't make that true. I know I am. I'm coming to terms with the fact, slowly and painfully, but surely. Maybe I'll feel better when I get my braces off (if I look more mature, maybe I'll trick myself into ( Read more... )

My lap top works!!! Yea!!!

And Rachael has a flag that goes up when she inserts mail. Or male. I can't remember which.

That's all.

So, I'm sitting in SAT class, and we're about to do a set of practice problems, the fill-in-the-blank kind. I open my book to the right page and glance down, and the first thing I see is question four, first question in the second collumn, right at the top of the page. It starts off, "Maggie is impulsive . . ." I started giggling so hard the ( Read more... )

Yea!!! I've got a laptop for my birthday!!! Unfortunetly, it has no internet as well as none of my files, so I can't use it yet. But it's geting there.

I had so much to say earlier, and then I spent a few hours at Eleanor's house, and everything left my head. Of course, that tends to happen to me without her, but that's beside the point ( Read more... )

I have determined that the break-down this morning was a result of stress and extreme exaughstion. The only cure for this is to get more sleep, so I will be crashing early and won't see/talk to/IM anyone tonight, tomorrow, and perhaps Saturday as well. To make me feel better, I feel I am entitled to lots of "Happy Birthday" voicemails, since my ( Read more... )

I'm completely and totally emotionally drained ( Read more... )

Okay, that's a lie. I don't hate everyone.  Mostly adults . . . actually just my parents, and a misplaced hatred at my SAT instructor that really belongs on the SATs itself.  And myself.  I've recently become one of the weird seniors who calls out during class with random comments and laughs at inside jokes so that the freshmen stare in shock and ( Read more... )

Is it possible to think yourself into an illness? And I don't mean I'm a hypocondriac (is that the word I mean?). I mean I'm nauseous and headachy and I think it's because I'm stressed out. I really need a vacation. And by that, I mean I want to stay home and eat ice cream with people I love. You know who you are.

I'm not ready for school-related ( Read more... )

First day of school . . . schedual fucked up (or, as Mr. Herron put it, SNAFUed, while using "fouled" instead of "fucked") . . . teachers okay, we'll see what happens when my schedual changes ( Read more... )