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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Friday, October 31, 2003 ::

    It's about midnight...but I couldn't sleep. Just got home from a "party" at Jesse's, which was fun. We ran around her neighborhood, watched Andrew fall into a brick wall, listened to Anna tell this one girl she wanted to eat her, watched pretty horrific spanish soap operas...yeah, fun. Except Andrew got lost with my directions, which really weren't that bad...I mean, I might Have been slightly vague with which "first left after Media Play" to take...but still.

    In any case, I had a most frustrating day until the "party". Shall we?

    So, I skipped my first two periods to work on yearbook stuff since...well...even with Andrew helping on the foreign language spreads, I'm still screwed, and about threw one of the cameras across the room. I typed up a quick Spanish survey, a french survey, outlined the stories...and the stories suck without quotes. So, hopefully the two teachers will distribute the surveys, because, as I found out in fourth period, deadline is...NEXT THURSDAY. So, as I kind of feel more pressure, I run out to get some pictures of a french class since we have none. So I take some pretty good candid shots (Not to brag or anything) and get Mrs. Monjimbo the surveys, blah blah blah. Come back to the room, and at this point the period is over in about five minutes, ask Ms. Ridenour if she's developing this weekend, she says yes and to give her the film...which I start to do, except the film is stuck. So I take it to her, and...this is where I wanted to collapse and just scream...she says that the way the film is positioned in the camera, it means NONE of my pictures took. NONE. Nada. Zip. So then I collapse in a computer chair, lay my head on the table and proceeded into this rant about all the crap I have due and all the crap I have to deal with the car in front of Ms. Ridenour...I don't know. I just couldn't keep it in any more about how frustrated I am.

    So then we proceed to physics, where nothing got better as I had to take a test on material I had had thirty minutes of exposure to. So I failed it. I know I did. I couldn't have passed it. I got number one right and maybe three others, but I failed.

    Then Pre-Calculus, which, with every class, I begin to despise more and more. I don't know why it is, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I'm not that good with math and it has nothing to offer me and I have no interest in it whatsoever...that and that Miskolitz kind of annoys me. But he can teach math...I've learned more from him than most of my math teachers I've ever had...but something about him just kind of irks me.

    And then I had to listen to my mom talk about her day as she drove me to my chiropractor appointment since I had whiplash...then I had to listen to my mom and brother bicker incessantly back and forth after she picked him up from school which made me want to scream even more. So I put on my headphones and turned the volume up. They sound like chipmunks when they argue. It's annoying. At least when my mom and I go at it, it's entertaining. We scream at each other, throw things, insult each other, physical violence. It's great. It's...explosive.

    Then, after the appointment, we get stuck in traffic. For an hour. And all my frustrations poured out into this one long rant about Clay Aiken. So my mom and I started arguing. And I wanted to just jump out of the van and leave.

    But Jesse's...thing...was nice. Got my mind off how bad a day this was for me.

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)

    :: Nick Friday, October 31, 2003 [+] ::
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