yeah, I posted this morning, but it's probably all jibberish since in was written at the ungodly hour of 7:00. stare my alarm is not my friend (nor is my brain). maybe I should have spent that time cleaning my room. it looks like a debris feild from the civil war. oh, what, am I kidding myself? there is no way that I would wake up early and decide to clean my room. that is a very un-teenage thing to do (see! I'm not a total freak!).
yet another boring day at school. In choir, I got to run over about three measures of a really hard song that we have no chance at. I got so frustrated, I thought about just leaving. our choir teacher is such a push-over. she has us do extra practice during the day during the one time that we have to talk to my teachers. I'm not going because I'm failing every class or something, it's just that I'm gone from school alot and I always have to get my assignments ahead of time. now I have to miss a full day of school because she wants us to go to this workshop called the Madrigal festival. it is so stupid and tiring. not to mention that the day that I'm missing is a block period day of three classes. stressed stressed stressed I hate her so much.
I'm kind of annoyed at myself. I really like to talk to the guy that I like, but he left early and I didn't get to talk to him more than him complaining that I was late and poking me a few times for making fun of his fencing. usually we talk more. I hope that he isn't avoiding me for some reason. I wouldn't know exactly. he can be a little emo/mopey at times though. I told him that he should be goth for holloween, but he shot the idea down. oh well. I dyed his hair black and he looks kind of pale, it would look really convincing.
on a note of my health, I just broke a rib because I have been coughing so much. isn't that just sad? at least it could have the decency to break while I was fencing of when I fall down the stairs (Iit doesn't happen as much as it used to sweatdrop ). the weird thing is that I am a pretty sturdy person and I usually am pretty healthy, but recently I've been breaking things and picking up viruses like a prostitute picks up STD's. I think that I'm going to assume the title "Broken" soon. the story behind the title is pretty long, but basicly there was this girl that was always out on injury and they re-named her Broken, but she left our club to hang out with her really old boyfriend xp nastyness.
well, I can't think of much more to rant about, so I'll finish this freaking long entry. sad sorry.
 Megami Tsuruko · Thu Oct 21, 2004 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
