:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

Everything looks perfect from far away :: Thursday, February 26, 2004 ::

So, after checking to see if school was closed this morning, not seeing that it was closed, then driving too school to find about 15 teachers there and 4 cars in the student parking lot, I then thought, "Oh, please don't say school is closed." I called Andrew. Didn't answer. Called Heidi. Didn't answer. Called my house, made my mom get up and find out if school was indeed canceled. It was. So funny how I saw Heidi pulling out of the parking lot right before me ON HER CELL PHONE!

So, I get back home at 7:45, I'm hungry (Me? Hungry? In the morning? NEVER!), so I run right back out to get something for breakfast. My mom forces me to get my dad and her something to drink. So I then ask if she'll come with me to hold the three drinks. She says they'll give me a carrier (The carrier fell over both times I had to do a U-Turn...my car has a nice coffee smell now)

So, at 8:15, I try to sleep. No such luck. Cannot happen. So, 8:45, I realize I now have the entire day to tackle the Momentous Modernism essay and the Absalom, Absalom! MWDS. So, 9:00, I fire up the computer.

AGH! *Throws copies of The Awakening, The Great Gatsby, Absalom, Absalom! and assorted other papers needed for those two assignments across the room*

I have been on the computer for almost FIVE FUCKING HOURS AND HAVE ONLY MANAGED TO WRITE ONE EXTRA PARAGRAPH TO THE MOMENTOUS MODERNISM ESSAY!!! Stupidfuckingpieceof...AGH!

No school tomorrow, which is good, because I am exhausted right now from thinking too much about how this is modernist and that isn't modernist and how Absalom, Absalom! was one big triangle of incest, and sleep will not come. At. All.

Current Mood: Frustrated
Current Music: The Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

:: Nick Thursday, February 26, 2004 [+] ::