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Eleven days until my birthday. Whoot.
Mar. 8th, 2005 05:44 pmI feel useless. I dislike feeling useless; I think I need human contact or something. (But noooo, Naka's mother had to go and have her birthday today and so I can't kidnap hang out with Naka. What use is living this close to me if you can't come cheer me up whenever I feel like it? *snerk*)
Tried to do math. Am still waiting for dad to call me so I can fix the numerous mistakes I'm making before my test tomorrow.
Philosophy today was boring, and confusing when it wasn't boring, which is the worst combination in the world, since it puts me in too much of a stupor to actually think when I need to. *le sigh* And I wasn't even sitting next to Marty and Erin, either. (Seriously, last Friday we could NOT stop laughing. I don't know why. I was nearly in hysterics coming out of that class, for no reason whatsoever.*)
I guess I could read history. Or, *gasp* work on my Mark paper. Gawd. Cannot wait until spring break, even though I am really not looking forward to either of my finals. *le angst-filled sigh of doom*
Bloody hell. That entry was far more depressing that it ought to have been. Oh well. I shall go...be productive, maybe. Bye, people.
*Okay, well, Marty's detailed "I AM SO BORED" drawing, meticulously coloured, probably had something to do with it. And Erin's "hang-in-there-man," complete with hanging man. And Marty taking video of his BORED drawing and then forgetting to turn off the audio before letting me watch it. Ehehe. I would feel guilty, but...it was too funny. So I don't. :D
ETA: I am still wanting to write, but, contrary to my Great Plan to start Working, I'm just getting flashes of images and snippets of words and scenes, as per usual. Did I get saddled with a muse who loves to torment? Apparently...
The phrase that keeps rattling in my head though (I blame Constantine) is, "I didn't fall. I just sort of...tripped." I think that needs writing, if nothing else...
Tried to do math. Am still waiting for dad to call me so I can fix the numerous mistakes I'm making before my test tomorrow.
Philosophy today was boring, and confusing when it wasn't boring, which is the worst combination in the world, since it puts me in too much of a stupor to actually think when I need to. *le sigh* And I wasn't even sitting next to Marty and Erin, either. (Seriously, last Friday we could NOT stop laughing. I don't know why. I was nearly in hysterics coming out of that class, for no reason whatsoever.*)
I guess I could read history. Or, *gasp* work on my Mark paper. Gawd. Cannot wait until spring break, even though I am really not looking forward to either of my finals. *le angst-filled sigh of doom*
Bloody hell. That entry was far more depressing that it ought to have been. Oh well. I shall go...be productive, maybe. Bye, people.
*Okay, well, Marty's detailed "I AM SO BORED" drawing, meticulously coloured, probably had something to do with it. And Erin's "hang-in-there-man," complete with hanging man. And Marty taking video of his BORED drawing and then forgetting to turn off the audio before letting me watch it. Ehehe. I would feel guilty, but...it was too funny. So I don't. :D
ETA: I am still wanting to write, but, contrary to my Great Plan to start Working, I'm just getting flashes of images and snippets of words and scenes, as per usual. Did I get saddled with a muse who loves to torment? Apparently...
The phrase that keeps rattling in my head though (I blame Constantine) is, "I didn't fall. I just sort of...tripped." I think that needs writing, if nothing else...
