Thursday, November 17, 2005

SUCK

Guys, this week has been the suckiest week of the school year yet... God... I have not wanted to get up all week, I've thought every day this week was Friday (even Monday), my alarm hasn't woke me up sufficiently enough to get me out of bed. It's gone like this all week: 6:30 - BEEP, BEEP, BEEP-- *hits alarm, falls asleep* 6:39 - BEEP, BEE-- *Shadow hits alarm, falls asleep* 6:48 - BEEP, BEEP-- *Shadow hits alarm, falls asleep* 6:55 - Mother comes into room: "Are you up?!" "NO!" *proceeds to get ready in 15 minutes and listen to music until 7:20, giving myself 5 minutes to get downstairs, fuss over the dogs (takes more time than anything else, they're always so happy to see me in the morning), eat breakfast, drink something, get a lunch together, and get out the door.* I've been arriving at the bus stop the same time as the bus all week. But tomorrow's Friday... Sweet, sweet Friday... I lathe you in candy and kisses, O Great Friday, last day of the school and work week... For you are my savior from what has become Hell... Ode to Friday: O, Friday, Friday; How I love thee; You are the end of Hell; I'm finally set free... Woohoo! Poetry off the top of my head! I HATE WRITING POETRY! BURN IT! Except, actually, writing crappy odes to stupid things like Friday and Goose Poop is kinda fun... Let'see what classes can I sleep through tomorrow? Biology, Flic, Japanese, World Cultures, Math, Creative writing, English. Oh wait! that's all of them except lunch and phys ed! (It's really hard to sleep in gym class when volleyballs are flying around and I'm standing up... That should be my goal. Before the end of high school, I resolve that I shall sleep in gym class) So... I'm tired. That's all I'm really trying to say. And I am SOOOOOO happy tomorrow is Friday. Harry Potter comes out, but I'm not gonna see it opening weekend, probably... I hate packed theatres... Last time I was in one was for Madagascar. Tons of little children, and some wouldn't shut up, and there was this perpetual quiet hum of noise: Breathing, shifting in seats, chewing, drinking, crinkling bags..... Urrrrrrrrgh... Death just waiting to happen. Shit, it's 10:40... I thought it was earlier than that. I thought I still had like, 45 minutes to work on my story, instead of 20... Damn. I can't write shit in 20 minutes... TGTF (thank god tomorrow's Friday)... ~SJ

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