Macbeth is officially the biggest vexation that has to do with the English test tomorrow. I thought my book was ensconced safely in my bag, but apparently it wasn't. I checked my table and my locker, it wasn't there either. The one day that I need the book the most, it totally evaporates. I'm going to go into a paroxysm of rage if I don't find a way to study. I refuse to fail that test! X-(
It's funny how I'm finding all these different ways to banish the ennui, except study. Yes, yes. I'm going to regret it. Hay. If only we lived in a world where teachers were venal. Easily persuaded by sycophants, and insidious voices. (No, not really. I'm just trying to use up the words.) I'm going to have nightmares about Macbeth, and proofreading marks are going to be ubiquitous once I go to sleep. Mrs. Perez's voice is already beginning to vituperate me for forgetting my book. To think sleep is supposed to be a panacea, especially after the long day I had today. (Double soc sci. -dies-)
I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Though the atmosphere isn't going to be anywhere near halcyon, (IDeA1...) at least the topics will be a world away from asymtotes and rational roots. Algebra should go away.
Okay. I seem to have used up all 12 words in the wordlist, counting the status. :P At least that's one part of the English test I've got down.
Oh, back to searching for a way to study Macbeth... boo.