I want to kick back and blog for a bit. It's funny, I've been essay typing all night long, but now's my change to use my shitty causal grammar and sentence structure.
Today was shitty as usual. It took me fifteen minutes to put my new earrings in! The left ear is really good, ha ha, and the wire snaked in easy. Something's wrong with the right one. I think it's infected, cause I could not, for the life of me, get the wire through the hole. I think the hole's also crooked. It just hurts so bad and keeps bleeding and leaking that nasty gunk. But I'm stretching them from 20 gauge to 16, so the pain is expected. Again, left ear, no pain. Right ear, shit ton of pain. Either way, people liked them :) So do I!
Env sys was a blow off joke and valuable reading time. During second I rewrote a scene from Fallen for my Glogster and it came out pretty good :) I might use it in a story I write in the future. Jamie was working on the guard slideshow next to me and damn, there's lots of me pictures. Most of them I have food in my mouth, go figure. Then English... oh man, I dread English. Apparently the syntax/diction project was due yesterday and I've spent all night long finishing it. I'm still not done, ugh. Then I have 11 more posts to do on the forums and finish up my Glogster and bed by 2?
Dad mentioned wanting to get me another graduation gift. A smaller one, like a keepsake, that I can have forever. So I said "Like what, your name tattooed on my forehead?" And he said "Something like that.". Well I don't really want anything from him... except maybe good grace and forgiveness and acceptance? Cause I'm already gonna get the new OS X Lion this summer for the computer. DAD CAN I HAVE A COACH BAG? Bahahahaha, he'd just laugh. Plus the design I want is way outdated at this point and hard to find, sad life. I dunno, lately he's just been offering to buy me this, book me that, pay for this, over and over and over again. Why? A few months ago I would get reprimanded for spending any money, and now that I sort of have it, he wants to buy me things. It's weird, I don't like it.
I dunno. I'm so ready for all this bullshit to be done with. The rest of the week will be kind of easy. Tomorrow is who knows what, then guard banquet. Friday is graduation practice (And telling Mr. Moreno how to say my name!), then Six Flags, and then band banquet/HBBC budget meeting/longest Sealy speech ever. I wish I went shopping for new dresses to wear to banquets, cause I'm wearing the safer black lacey tiered dress to guard and my indigo and black snakeskin mini dress to band. Black, like my soul.
Alright, time to go back to work. Back to a looooot of work. On the plus, I passed economics with an 86 :) But no one at dinner cared.
xx She Don't Got A Lot To Say, But There's Something About Her Marz
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