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Okay, kneeling on chair hurts no matter what the hell you put under you. Nothing, sweater, blanket...still hurts like hell. Still takes too much energy to stay upright and doesn't leave enough to speak and smile. And Katie kept kicking my foot @_@ I also can't lean back much for the leaning parts. At least the people on the floor and the 4th row have their feet to support them! My butt's hangin' out in the air! And I keep sliding down the chair 'til Stephanie's head is basically hitting my stomach @_@
I have an injury inventory for the day, thanks to just bad luck. My hand hurts really bad, like I can't hold a pen bad. I tried to take physics notes with my left hand, but Foss kept moving the board up too fast. Then math quiz @_@ Doris almost dropped her heavy bag on my foot, and I managed to drop my own bag on my foot ninja I went to fix my sock, hurt my nail, and discovered after school that I'd managed to scratch myself @_@ Out come the Band-Aids!
At least Drouant made my day. She wrote "Excellent essay!" on my test ^_^ I was glad about that. It was probably the best essay I've ever written. Camus was existentialist in denial. End of story.
Rezza pisses me off, but that's just typical. Stupid project due the same day as civics stare
My mom frustrates me. I did NOT want to go to bed. I wasn't even tired! She stupidly gave me caffinated coffee, and lots of it! And forgot to tell me it was caffinated! And since I'm at home, there's not really any outlet for the hyperactivity the coffee causes, hence it lasts longer. So it all worked in my head for 2 hours after I went to bed.
Wonderful question we have there. Not a clue as to the answer or if it's THE mystery. You know, I never would've made the connection with those two entries.
woah, I forgot my thing I wrote in psychology. Instead of doing my homework like Rezza wanted us to, I wrote. I can't help it sometimes @_@
Hearltess, emotionless
Empty inside
Eyes like blue icec
You've never cried
You can't feel joy
And don't feel pain
You'll never love
Nor will you hate
I envy your detachment
Your calm, cool compoosure
As you stare off in space
Staring forever
May I join you
On your shelf?
Can I become
Lifeless myself?
If not, then
Doll with eyes of ice
Won't you give me
A porcelain piece of advice?
But you cannot talk
Besides, what could you say?
You know nothing
Of life, anyway.
So, does anyone else think it's a bad thing that I have a porcelain doll in my room exactly opposite the head of my bed, where I can see it? sweatdrop
 nepie · Mon Jan 28, 2008 @ 11:56pm · 0 Comments |
