I was in a royally bad mood last night. I only partially feel the way I did in my last entry. It was just made more present after I realized I don't understand how to do like..anything simple ( Read more... )

I'M SICK OF BEING BAD AT EVERYTHING. I CAN'T EVEN PLAY A SIMPLE BOARD GAME. I'M NEVER GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH 4 YEAR COLLEGE, NEVER MIND LAW SCHOOL.

I haven't written since last week, this I am aware of. I have a lot to say, I just don't know how to verbalize any of it. I don't feel well. Not the usual tiredness, I actually feel even worse than usual, if that's at all possible. Apparently I'm still not sick enough for a doctor, even when I passed out. It's just me being dramatic, no big. ( Read more... )

I think it's REALLY rude for people to take advantage of the excused dismissal and ditch school to sleep, or to go to the funeral just to say they went not even dressed appropriately. Or the people that left to go smoke up somewhere. Really respectful guys. ( Real classy. )

Well, Kate's asleep and I'm bored ( Read more... )

( Thursday was awful )

I sit at the dressing table, staring at myself in the mirror, turning my face this way and that. My profile is decent. I've a straight nose and a good jaw. Turning the mirror again, I take in the freckles and pale brows. Hopeless. It isn't as if there's something horrific about me; it's just that there's nothing that stands out. No mystery. ( Read more... )

I'm incredibly happy for this 4 day week, because the weekend is going to be even ( better. )

Damien randomly decided to give me back my internet today, and decided he was alright with me *hopefully* getting a job. My mom also decided that I need to get my license, soon. The only problem is that whole she's never home during the daylight to uh, teach me how to do things like park (which I decided is impossible for me to learn), backup, and ( Read more... )

( So basically, )