 | « she's nothing more than FICTION » ( ashre) wrote,
@ 2004-03-02 20:22:00 |
| Current mood: | calm |
| Current music: | "kokoro" |
Vanilla coke is nummy.
The past two days have been days to break the record of all previous shitty days. Enough said.
Okay, so you probably want details.
ONE.> The art competition. We got our results back yesterday, bright & early in the morning during 1st period. At first, prospects seemed excellent. Mrs. Peanick came in carrying enough medals for everyone from our class to have won at least one thing, so I was optimistic. I felt that despite some things, both of my interviews had gone pretty well, and at least one of them should have made a IV (the highest rating; the only one that will earn you a medal and make your piece eligible to go to state). Well, she went through the names and I wasn't on the list. To make things even better, every person from our class that had gone had won at least one medal. Except me.
Then I got my judges sheets back to see what I got. I got III's on both of my pieces. The first one, for the bags, I could understand. That judge gave fair comments and everything. Although, it did hurt that he told me he could turn it into a masterpiece in an hour, yet still gave me a III. But whatever. What pissed me off was the second one, for the watercolor. As you may recall, THAT JUDGE SAID NOTHING WHATSOEVER ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HE DIDN'T LIKE OR THAT I COULD HAVE DONE BETTER. He didn't even write down any comments on the sheet whatsoever. And that just bugs me. I mean, if he's not going to give me the highest rating, he at least owes me an explanation of what I could've done better. >:/ Asshole.
What's more, I didn't finish that project until LAST WEEK in record time. I didn't go to that much effort to finish the project before the competition only to have it get a bad rating from a judge who apparently was BIASED AGAINST ME FROM THE BEGINNING with no explanation whatsoever.
TWO.> The dollhouse. Worked on it all day Sunday from 9 AM until the Oscars. Worked on it all afternoon yesterday from the time I got home until bedtime. We bring it up to school today, and guess what? None of the circuits will work.
Combine that with the fact that I got kicked off the UIL Science team because my score wasn't high enough (so all my studying and practicing went to nothing), and you can tell that I do not really feel like all my efforts are going to good use at the moment. Maybe I should stop trying to do well in school, because apparently I just can't do shit!! My last two math test grades have been B's, I fucked up my lab practical, I even failed a Chem quiz last week.
Then today was also lovely because I just plain felt like shit but the schoolday just dragged and dragged and dragged, and all I wanted to do was go home. The only really good thing was Physics (as usual); first of all there was Curtis's reaction to the dollhouse, Curtis' Flower Shop (the look on his face was priceless); and then we had a blast messing with a slinky all period. But of course it went downhill again after that when I saw my lab practical & math test grades. -_-
I really needed a hug, but it is just my luck that none of my friends at school are of the huggy kind. :[ So, I decided on the next best thing (or the better thing): I would call Jason once I got home. I wanted to do it as soon as I got home, but then I remembered that he works until around 7 PM or 7:30, so I decided that I'd wait to call until around 8. I really miss talking to him. =(
When I got home, I decided to watch the first three episodes of Trigun (my boxset came in yesterday <3) because anime makes happy and happy makes anime. Umm.. right. Anyway, that was cool, but afterwards I was still tired and felt like shit, so I went to bed. The last thing I heard was Debby's bus come home. I didn't even hear the door open, meaning I was out cold in minutes.
At 6:30 PM I was suddenly awakened by my father. First he said something about the dishwasher, and then he said, "Oh yeah, there's someone on the phone for you.. Ashcraft? Is that Jason?" So of course I jumped out of bed and made a mad dash downstairs to the phone, and it was him. <3 All of a sudden, my bad day was just instantly better. It's amazing what a simple phone call can do. That's probably the best wake-up call I've ever gotten. ^_^ There was nothing particularly special about it, and I was still sleep-drugged and everything, but just hearing his voice after such a crappy day... =)
AND. What's more, I get to see him again this weekend!!! I don't have to worry about organizing anything after all, because his family's going to Kema and he invited me along. And my dad trusts his parents now that he's met them, so he says it's okay. ^_^ WHOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
So now, all I have to do is survive until Saturday.
Saturday, please come soon... Saturday, Saturday, Saturday I love you. <3
Namaste!
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