fuck. fuck. fuck. fucking shit kids! I just screwed myself over hardcore in English. Soooo yeah....Now I have 3 papers to write this week, one of which won't be accepted but I'm still going to write it in the hopes she gives me some mercy points when it comes to my final grade. The 2nd paper is a 7-9 page research paper that I thought was due next ( Read more... )

I realize that this is my 3rd post in one day. But that is because my day was basically a 12 hour long, sleep deprived, cold-induced, panic attack. I never before realized that when I get in one of "those moods" that I used to have, I'm basically having a well disguised/repressed panic attack ( Read more... )

And another thing: My mom just called me about tonight and she said "well if your dad is coming then Thomas won't come. (slightest of pauses) and If you don't want Thomas to come, then he won't" What the fuck?!?! Where the HELL do either of them come off thinking Thomas can come to the show?! When have I EVER made the slightest of impressions that ( Read more... )

May 6th. That's the day of my last final. I have 2 and half weeks left. I really don't want to go back to Mendota. I need to get a job and I'm sure it will be shitty. I always become nocturnal and depressed in the summer because I feel like I do nothing worthwhile. I have a feeling this summer will be worse because I'll miss everyone from school. I ( Read more... )

Your Score: INFP - the Healer ( Read more... )

I'm bad at homework. Kara and I wrote haiku instead. It's about Cherokee Women by Theda Purdue ( Read more... )

Hmmmm.... I don't even know what to say anymore ( Read more... )

I don't know what to do with this journal. I've had it since 8th grade so, obviously there is a lot of embarresing shit in here. It's not the personal stuff that I find most embarresing, it's the inane stuff. The mindless stuff and the way I expressed my opinions. I thought I knew everything, when obviously, I do not. I've thought about privating ( Read more... )

I started keeping a diary in 6th grade. I would hide the black composition notebook I used under the clothes in my top left dresser drawer. As time passed, the top left drawer slowly became overrun with notebooks, bad poetry, notes from friends, and just random stuff I found to be emotionally significant in my life. Tonight, I finally cleaned the ( Read more... )

I suck at life. and English. or at least any english class taught by Jim Kalmbach.