| Current mood: |  aggravated |
| Current music: | "Little by Little" by Oasis |
A rather histrionic outcry of lamentation and woe....
Can I kill something, please? I really, really, really just wanna watch all these high-strung stoners dispear from the face of the Earth. They give me fricken headaches during lunch with their insesant chatter. "Few are my years and yet I feel this world was ne'er designed for me". Byron is just as right in the 18th and 19th centuries as he is in the 21st.
I'm so glad the play is over, but somehow I feel we really got cheated by the judges. They were so god damn condesending, and all the time they just told us bad things while trying to make themselves sound like they thought we were good.
Bastards.
Really cranky, thanks to Mrs. Hall, who is normally awesome. I decided to see if there was anything I could do to make up beforehand missing 2nd period tomorow. And she said no, and she was GUILT TRIPPING me about doing Connecting People. Well, gosh darnit, if you wanna see the two kids who I work with get left alone tomorow morning, why don't you tell them I'm not going to be coming?
I'm certainly not.
Had a long talk about IB and PSEO with parents over Chinese (gotten for my getting straight As this semester). I can't decide. My mom's suggestion is just to take everything Higher Level, and not bother about the dimpolma. Hmmm.
Going on a Nora Roberts spree. Seems to be the only thing that saves my sanity.
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