Dear Week: End, plz
Nov. 17th, 2009 12:47 pmI am in a bad mood, and I'm rational enough to know that there is no real reason for it.
You know what that means.
Hopefully I can make it safely back into the world of free tampons before all hell breaks loose.
I'm very annoyed at my Art History teacher, too, but that has logic behind it. I made a dismal grade on a homework assignment on a technicality. I have been riding a borderline 'A' for a while, and this may be enough to push me into the 'B' range. Which annoys me.
The weather has given me a splendid headache, what with the temperature outside being all, "Brrr! It's fucking winter!" and the temperature inside the classrooms and my dorm being all, "Let's get tropical, bitch!" I have the window wide open and I'm still sweating.
I'm cautiously enthusiastic about Thanksgiving break, mostly because it's an excuse to give this school the finger and ride off into the sunset a few days ahead of schedule. Why, yes, I'm still bitter about the 'hurricane' fiasco. Thanks very much.
What I'm not looking forward to is, in order of least favorites:
01. The fighting, namely between my sister and my father.
02. The yelling, which will inevitably happen.
03. The guilt-trips.
04. Generally feeling like I'm twelve-years old, again.
Family time is stressful time. And people wonder why others hate the holidays.
I'm going to go eat junk food and sit on the internet for a while.
You know what that means.
Hopefully I can make it safely back into the world of free tampons before all hell breaks loose.
I'm very annoyed at my Art History teacher, too, but that has logic behind it. I made a dismal grade on a homework assignment on a technicality. I have been riding a borderline 'A' for a while, and this may be enough to push me into the 'B' range. Which annoys me.
The weather has given me a splendid headache, what with the temperature outside being all, "Brrr! It's fucking winter!" and the temperature inside the classrooms and my dorm being all, "Let's get tropical, bitch!" I have the window wide open and I'm still sweating.
I'm cautiously enthusiastic about Thanksgiving break, mostly because it's an excuse to give this school the finger and ride off into the sunset a few days ahead of schedule. Why, yes, I'm still bitter about the 'hurricane' fiasco. Thanks very much.
What I'm not looking forward to is, in order of least favorites:
01. The fighting, namely between my sister and my father.
02. The yelling, which will inevitably happen.
03. The guilt-trips.
04. Generally feeling like I'm twelve-years old, again.
Family time is stressful time. And people wonder why others hate the holidays.
I'm going to go eat junk food and sit on the internet for a while.