Jesus. Today was going fine until we got to guard and were doing the nominating for band banquet awards... and I'm not a candidate for most creative? Seriously? Lisa is, but not me? I'm a far better artist than her and did a shit ton of designing for the band and guard over the past four years! I DESIGNED THE BAND'S GODDAMNED SHOW SHIRT. I don't know why it made me so mad, because really, I don't need to walk up on the stage in front of everyone just to grab an award from Sealy to feel good about myself. Whatever. And whoever nominated Anthony as most likely to be president must have been seriously high or something. Whatever.
I feel kinda bad for being snappy at Gavin this morning, but seriously, computers were meant for one person to use at a time. I don't need him manning the mouse while I'm trying to read and get information myself. Call me a control freak, but I don't need help in doing research because I'm not just looking for specific things, I'm looking for them and then understanding how they work and what they mean. And I don't need someone to tell me how to use Publisher, because I know what I'm doing and like doing things my way. And that asshat that wasn't even our group who sat next to me and just copied down all my research can go screw himself. Seriously. Am I walking around with a giant sign on my face that says "Go Ahead And Copy My Work!" ?
Gahhh. I've been having such a good (Alright, not *good*) week with no angry bouts, but today was just ughhh. It was also my last Friday of class, cause next week we're going to Six Flags. I wish I had time to paint, but I have so much to do tonight.
Maybe it's time to pull the tuner off the shelf...
xx Small And White, Clear And Bright, You Look Happy To See Me Marz
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