*le sigh*
i hate this school thing. making me get up at 5:30 am just to study for class. regular class, not even a test today. having to memorize dialogues for the francais class. only one time a week, but i only get 2 days to do it. and on top of that i have to prepare a discussion for the class once a week. (we all do.) i know that's what it takes to get fluent in this language thing, but, really! and it's not like i didn't study last nite and am paying the price for it now. no no! hafta get up anyways just to be prepared.
then there's the algebra class. i hate algebra. i've taken this stinking class 5 times, and each time i've either dropped it or failed. this is my last chance or i won't graduate, so i have to do well.
*pressure pressure*
got a letter yesterday from an old friend of the family. she's got cancer. only 47 yrs old and the doctors gave her a 30% chance of living. they're being really aggressive with it. 5 hrs of chemo, heavy duty radiation. weighs heavy......
and i haven't heard from my parents in like a month. makes me nervous. for those of you who don't know, my parents are both in iraq. and on top of that i've been having dreams about them all over the place. that makes me even more nervous. the good thing is, tho, i can tell the difference between a dream and a message. (don't really care if you think i'm fruity for having said that and believing it whole-heartedly.)
and community service doesn't look like it fits in well with my school schedule.
gotta get started on that risk reduction program so my lisence won't get suspended.
got a baby shower, neice's first birthday, valentine's day, best friend's birthday, coming up. not to mention maintaining some kind of semblance of a social life so my friends don't feel at all slighted.
so, how do i keep sane, one might wonder.
it's gonna sound cheesy, but mr. d keeps me sane. he is the sweetest, understanding, thoughtful, man i've ever dated. i really can't say enough good about him. and evil, just so you know, i think if he keeps it up, i'll fall head over heels for this one.....
the old one can kiss my hind end.
i hate this school thing. making me get up at 5:30 am just to study for class. regular class, not even a test today. having to memorize dialogues for the francais class. only one time a week, but i only get 2 days to do it. and on top of that i have to prepare a discussion for the class once a week. (we all do.) i know that's what it takes to get fluent in this language thing, but, really! and it's not like i didn't study last nite and am paying the price for it now. no no! hafta get up anyways just to be prepared.
then there's the algebra class. i hate algebra. i've taken this stinking class 5 times, and each time i've either dropped it or failed. this is my last chance or i won't graduate, so i have to do well.
*pressure pressure*
got a letter yesterday from an old friend of the family. she's got cancer. only 47 yrs old and the doctors gave her a 30% chance of living. they're being really aggressive with it. 5 hrs of chemo, heavy duty radiation. weighs heavy......
and i haven't heard from my parents in like a month. makes me nervous. for those of you who don't know, my parents are both in iraq. and on top of that i've been having dreams about them all over the place. that makes me even more nervous. the good thing is, tho, i can tell the difference between a dream and a message. (don't really care if you think i'm fruity for having said that and believing it whole-heartedly.)
and community service doesn't look like it fits in well with my school schedule.
gotta get started on that risk reduction program so my lisence won't get suspended.
got a baby shower, neice's first birthday, valentine's day, best friend's birthday, coming up. not to mention maintaining some kind of semblance of a social life so my friends don't feel at all slighted.
so, how do i keep sane, one might wonder.
it's gonna sound cheesy, but mr. d keeps me sane. he is the sweetest, understanding, thoughtful, man i've ever dated. i really can't say enough good about him. and evil, just so you know, i think if he keeps it up, i'll fall head over heels for this one.....
the old one can kiss my hind end.
Happy Spank Your Monkey Day!
xoxo
Lunna
i had settled in for the comfort of a lovely BLT at about 4:30 this afternoon. 2nd bite and my crown (fake tooth for those who have irritatingly good teeth and don't know what people like me have to go thru) fell out. just had that fucker put on yesterday. to make matters worse, it's near the front of my mouth, dentist closing soon, closed on fridays......AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! can't go thru the weekend looking like a toothless diner waitress.....
so i high-fuckin'-tail it to the dentist, all pissed at this point. (i got me a little vanity streak.) and thank goodness i got it put back on.....
whew....
fuckin' gaddammit!