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The bad news: You got your biology test back today, and what you were really hoping was going to be an A turned out to be a C.
The really bad news: That means the mutation passed on to your children.
HAHAHA you see its funny because im making fun of people with genetic disorders
How is everyone?
Feeling the pressure of all these scholarship applications. oh god.
Also, being thoroughly annoyed at my inability to write anything. The ideas are in my head, I like these ideas, and somehow I can't put them into the right words. >.> Gah. This is a dreadful feeling.
Meh.
I hate when you plan to have an awesome day and plan to do all this stuff and then somethings happens so that you can't do any of it, but then you find out later that it what you thought was going to happen never actually happened so you could have done all of the stuff you planned in the first place but it's too late to do any of it now so you end up doing nothing at all and feeling pissed off at the world.
That is me at the moment.
Fuck everything.
*headdesk*
As it turns out, Obama isn't here yet, and the line I saw was to get tickets to see Obama.
There is so much egg on my face that if my desk were a griddle I would have an omelette now.
Justin Bieber is at the mall...
Let's trade. :D
Hmm...I don't know.
Though I suppose I could rent him out by the hour and make quite a bit of money...allright, throw in Rebecca Black and you have a deal.
We don't own Rebecca Black. :\
But we have Carly Rae Jespen! Is that good enough?
I don't care about nationality! This is business, not politics!
You strike a hard bargain...but its a fair trade, I think. I'll schedule a flight for him to Canada as soon as possible. You can return Ms. Jepsen the same way; don't worry about getting Bieber a ticket, you just have to pay for an extra luggage bag and hope they don't inspect it.
But Carly Rae is here with Justin...
We don't inspect it. Please, this is the same place that sent dead body parts to our government.
I am so stressed out.
I've had to write two high-stakes essays in the past two weeks, I don't understand any of the stat work for this unit, I'm behind on physics and still confused about some of that, I'm supposed to be reading Henry IV part 1, I have reading for APUSH every single day.
I spend 3 hours at theatre after school every day being generally irritated with everyone but being unable to leave.
And to top it off, I'm supposed to be applying to college, my deadline for which is in two fucking weeks.
My sleep schedule is fucked up and my eating is even more so.
I can't fucking do it anymore. I'm going to implode.
Talk to someone. As soon as possible.
Your parents, a teacher, the school councilor, the college guidance officer, someone.
I don't know how bad your situation is right now, but your stress right now is not healthy.
In twenty-four hours (The current time is 6:40 PM in your time zone, I will accept a twenty minute delay), you will have at the very least scheduled an appointment with somebody with experience in these matters, or have had a lengthy chat with your parents on the subject until either you feel better or have a plan for coping with everything. You will give us an update on the situation as soon as possible. If, in twenty-four hours time, you have not posted information in regards to how you are planning to improve the situation without the excuse of being physically incapable of it or having much more important things to deal with, I will be fucking pissed at you.
Do you understand?
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