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xansI hate my computer. Must control temptation to shoot it.
I'm sick. Don't think it's the flu, but wtf do I know? Will not get a shot. Don't they have a shortage every year? Why the hell don't the just make too much and take what's leftover as collateral.
Hands are freezing. Stomach is empty. Gah.
*stares at wine bottle* I swear it's the kind that you find a djinn in. That, or some rather nice bath salts.
73 on Physics test. It's okay, I guess. I hate making test corrections because I don't always know why I got it wrong, or what the right answer is. If I try to fix it up, and get another wrong answer, will I still get credit?
I felt really ignored when I walked up to the table this morning. Nobody said "hi" or waved. They were locked in some conversation that I didn't know how to enter.
Nobody got a good start this morning I swear. Everyone forgot things, couldn't think, stuff like that.
And I got hit in the face with a basketball. I hate playing basketball with Holly. She just lashes and arm out and hopes it stops you. That's not right. Plus, she's so big you can't push her out of the way. You just bounce off. At least she tries to play though. She may not be good, but at least she doesn't sit out all the time like some people. Still, I'd rather not play with her.
Was very glad to catch up with Brittany today.
I really don't like most of my relatives from my dad's side. Go my brother for wanting to tell Aunty Carol to shut the fuck up about making a fuss over his getting drunk. He's 21. He wasn't alone. They were Irish. So what if he was in Thailand with no one he really knew? So what if it was alchemahol? Too many of those rels are fundamentalist worriers.
*sneezes* oh bloody hell... I'm done.
Fin.
I'm sick. Don't think it's the flu, but wtf do I know? Will not get a shot. Don't they have a shortage every year? Why the hell don't the just make too much and take what's leftover as collateral.
Hands are freezing. Stomach is empty. Gah.
*stares at wine bottle* I swear it's the kind that you find a djinn in. That, or some rather nice bath salts.
73 on Physics test. It's okay, I guess. I hate making test corrections because I don't always know why I got it wrong, or what the right answer is. If I try to fix it up, and get another wrong answer, will I still get credit?
I felt really ignored when I walked up to the table this morning. Nobody said "hi" or waved. They were locked in some conversation that I didn't know how to enter.
Nobody got a good start this morning I swear. Everyone forgot things, couldn't think, stuff like that.
And I got hit in the face with a basketball. I hate playing basketball with Holly. She just lashes and arm out and hopes it stops you. That's not right. Plus, she's so big you can't push her out of the way. You just bounce off. At least she tries to play though. She may not be good, but at least she doesn't sit out all the time like some people. Still, I'd rather not play with her.
Was very glad to catch up with Brittany today.
I really don't like most of my relatives from my dad's side. Go my brother for wanting to tell Aunty Carol to shut the fuck up about making a fuss over his getting drunk. He's 21. He wasn't alone. They were Irish. So what if he was in Thailand with no one he really knew? So what if it was alchemahol? Too many of those rels are fundamentalist worriers.
*sneezes* oh bloody hell... I'm done.
Fin.
