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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    There must be someway out of here :: Monday, May 24, 2004 ::

    Here being school. Have I said I'm tired of Junior year yet? If I have, then let me reiterate: I am tired of Junior year. Summer has never looked better. And, I swear, after how much I underappreciated last summer...I don't care if all I do is stay on the computer every single day of summer vacation, it will be so much better than being in school.

    Photo was frustrating (My negatives didn't come out and the assignment is due when? Friday), comforting (Talked to Janelle a lot) and then hilarious (Talked about the girl who tried to develop a piece of cardboard and trying to make Lauren laugh), Honors A was...Delaney is a...he was pissing me off. Physics was...HELL.

    No, quite literally, there was no air conditioning and so the room was like a furnace and just...I don't know how Mr. Chapp could stay in there all day. It was SO hot. I actually enjoyed planning the rocket; Didn't feel like I had to keep Theo and Sonny ten feet apart at all times.

    Sonny...dear God. As soon as he turned to me with that...that SMILE...ugh.

    Of course, Physics was also hell for another reason which shall remain off this blog as I don't know the validity of it just yet.

    And then Pre-Cal which was...I paid no attention whatsoever I was so...distraught.

    I have to say, there are some real jackasses in our school. To bring that article in and share it to your homerooms? How the fuck could you do that? Leave them alone, they know they screwed up and you don't need to further it any more. Bringing in the article to READ TO YOUR HOMEROOM is beyond...I can't even find the words. It's just not something anyone should do.

    *Sigh*...okay, now that my rant is over, I'm going to go try to put a dent in my workload. And...I'm really nervous, actually.

    Current Mood: It's teetering between apprehensive and just plain furious
    Current Music: Bob Dylan - All Along The Watchtower

    :: Nick Monday, May 24, 2004 [+] ::
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