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boo hiss. today started off rather well. and then went downhill from there, and i think i got to the bottom of the hill. nothing overly bad actually happened, i am just in a bad mood, and i feel like whining about it. even though i should probably be working on something more productive, like the short story i started before my 2 1/2 hour nap. or reading the script of the play that i am supposed to be finding costumes for. which was a fun source of panic today, when my crew decided to actually ask me what we were supposed to be doing. i swear, people should really stop putting me in charge of things that i don't know how to do. *pout* there should really be people for me to talk to online right now. i mean, it's only 1:30... or i'm just in a pathetic mood, and have no human value on my own, and need to feel that someone else wants me around for me to be good for anything, and i should really just go to bed, and hope that this feeling is gone tomorrow... okay, so stupid human story of the moment. so there's this girl that goes to my school (who, incidentally, i have hated since the first time i talked to her. she just seems stupid.) we've had quite a few conversations about my labret, and the lack of pain it caused me. and she in turn, talked about how she wanted one, but had a fear of the whole pain/needle factor. so last week, she decided to finally get it over with. and pierced it herself. with an earring. idiot. then she took it out, which i thought was the smartest thing she's ever done. but today, it was back, and she talked to me. and then i got lumped being like her by the creative writing marker i don't like, and i'm happy i generally don't have to talk to her. i hope cora's face gets infected and they have to amputate her lip.....anyway...the moral of this story, is clearly, that i took out my labret because i can, and now my face feels naked, so i'll have to put it back in as soon as this is written. (if that wasn't an obvious moral...) tomorrow is tuesday. i seem to remember last tuesday being a cool day. i don't remember why, but there was a whole series of deadjournal comments on it. (yeah...i have far too many journals. apparently i like to write about myself far too much.) i wrote theory tests today, and screwed up vocab words, and couldn't for the life of me remember what a chromatic scale was. so i'm guessing i'll get about 89%. yay choir. 'abused'oh...and a little note. each of those stars up there are a link. the guestbook is one of them. just in case you were wondering. |