I had soup, as to explaining the subject.
Rachel didn’t have the kind decency to keep her mouth shut.
Elly is a rumor vector. The central rumor vector. Social climber.
It’s another Friday, which scares me. We’re done with the first nine weeks. 1/4 of the schoolyear is gone. That scares me. Woah.
Today is one of those days that I wish I owned Amélie on DVD.
It’s been another week — hell, the same as last week, the week before that.
I’m very perturbed, seeing as how I got an 89 on my english test. Ridiculous. Hell, the teacher used it as a “good” example and it’s an 89? What the hell… I’m even worse at english this year.
I should learn to not listen to happy music when I’m depressed. Bad combination.
The test pisses me off, though. When I get a crappy grade and I know why, it’s okay. But when I don’t even know what the fuck I did wrong, that’s what pisses me off. My teacher explained it to me, the lot of good it did. “More details.” I had details. I lost 11 points because I didn’t tell her enough about why the fucking narrator was the ego. I hate in-class essays.
Enough about that. Fucking fuck-ass fuck. Guess I’m just a B student.
(20:18:22) michele: in fact we discussed during that class
(20:18:25) michele: but she still doesnt know for a fact
(20:18:29) michele: i havent told her
(20:18:31) kawauso: what was rachel’s opinion on that? if i’m just annoying, i’ll lay off, but..
(20:19:08) kawauso: i think she’s really really uber-nifty, so i’m not going to unless i’m absolutely sure i’m not welcome.
(20:19:27) michele: she told me not to tell
Michele’s way of forcing me to tell Rachel how I feel, which is what Michele wants.
Sometimes, I really want to be a kid again. Not for easier school, none of that, but merely being unconscious regarding money problems. I went to see the orthodontist today, and he listed all the things I need done (braces to bring in a bicuspid, possibly a graft for my lower front gum), and blah blah blah, what it might cost, that annoying stuff. It’s just so irritating understanding the financial problems of my parents, though we aren’t exactly poor, they’re putting Jeannette through college in a different state, my dad’s job isn’t exactly guaranteed, and I’m getting to that expensive health stage. I just want to forget about all that shit. Orthodontia is such a fucking racket.
I have my own problems — like wanting to hold someone tight for an extended period of time.