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Thursday, October 16, 2003
Sour Jacks?
Mood: Humorously Morose.
Music: Pink Floyd-Mother.
I am in one of those moods where I don't care about much, and I'm just trying to make myself laugh every second, or be sarcastic every second. Or whatever. It's hard to explain. Basically I'm just not wanting to be depressed, and so I am fighting it away.
Today was same things, different day. Our first drafts of our newspaper stories are due tomorrow; I have math for homework...other things. As I said, same day different nothing.
I only have one source interviewed for my story, but will end up getting two done tomorrow. So I shall just make up my story...not the mention this is often how I end up doing a story. I don't know. Journalism just isn't my bag. I just like writing my columns.
Speaking of my column, my job one I edited last night for the fifth time.
Mr. Winter, my Journalism adviserm marked my paper all up, saying that my metaphors and such didn't work in the paper well. I ignored this. I refuse to kill my babies, my darlings. They are so beautiful in the paper...
But I did do one thing: I switched chunks of it around. Winter said I should start right off with me getting fired, so I did that. And then edited out a whole bunch of unneeded words and things.
I am just getting so tired of school. I don't even care anymore. I procrastinate to hell, do everything in the last minute. And I don't care. And I still am getting A's and B's.
I was on and off okay and on and off decent today.
What made my day was the thought of getting some candy. I decided to get some Sour Patch Kids. I remembered as I was in math that Tony had mentioned it was his favorite candy...and I remembered that I hadn't had them in forever.
So I go to the machine, get them, and I find out they are Sour Jacks. What the hell? We cannot allow this!
We cannot allow smaller, vintage candies to be overrun in a societic destruction and paving of newer, carbon copy candy! We cannot allow this! Sour Patch Kids should and should always be what they are, not copied.
Anyways, I have to clean the house since we are leaving tomorrow to go to Dickinson for the weekend. So I won't be posting in here all weekend.
It's weird. I am starting to wonder if me and Tony ever really did talk about much...I mean, I IMed him last night, and he was on OB, and he was even active (I checked the "Who's online" thing out of boredom). He's just busy often I guess. I don't know. We never talk about anything much anymore. Is there really nothing to talk about?
I don't know. Ah well.
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