Whoops
I forgot that I have to write a 3-page-minimum research paper. Fuck. It was due Tuesday. ha ha, whooooops. Oh well, though. I can get it done. I'm doing my bibliography now, and I'm tweaking my thesis.
I went to school just past the normal time to spend time with Drew. Ha. I would fight through clouds of weevils just to see him smile, so I loved it, fuck sleep, I'd rather sleep with him anyway.
White day, fuck yeah. I wonder when my shit for Lit is due. God, I have it so easy as a sophomore, looking at all the shit the seniors have to do. I couldn't handle it at all. Fuck.
The Democracy assignment in CW should, yes, absolutely be optional. What the f, anyway. I don't want to do it. I'm not supposed to take it seriously, am I? I hope not. I can't.
Aced the Astronomy test today. Won the math slam thing in math. Got 23/24 on my JKI quiz. Pissed off Billy Winger to the point of now-I-feel-guilty in Spanish. Working on my F.E. book.
Friday off, thank God. I don't think I can hang out with anyone though, which is really lame.
Oh, shit, and I work tomorrow. Fuck. Oh well that's cool.
I need to remind myself! I have to ask for May 7th and May 14th off. (Chap book/Drew's Senior Recital.) If I can't get them off I will ACTUALLY die. I really will I will seriously just shoot myself in the foot with a BB gun and get the day off or something. I'll have Len look at it and say, "OMG TAKE THE DAY OFF" and then I'll limp right into the car and go to school and see them. Both days. I have two feet, right?
Time to really get to work, it's five.
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