- Mood:
Pride - Listening to: Be Aggressive - Faith No More
- Reading: Wolves of the Calla - DT 5 - Stephen King
- Watching: Dirty Harry
- Playing: Dead Space
- Eating: Pizza Cravers/Ranch Doritos
Things have gone sour as of late. First, on Sunday, I found some dismaying news thrust in my face. A girl I was so intent on asking out (and I was sure I was, with much certainty leaving no room for doubt), who is very beautiful, very humble and very intelligent...
Wait... I've told this all to you before. Never mind.
But other mishappenings include me getting 4 hours of sleep last night with no dinner, no breakfast this morning, a lost paycheque, my plans with the great Heusinkveld cut short, and...
Oh right, I also have athlete's foot. It's disgusting and hurts like hooch and I can't where shoes for a day or two, which actually leaves me a lot of time to write a quiz for my American Lit class, and possibly a pencil landscape bringing back the golgotha theme from before.
One good thing did come from this eccentric day, and that's the viable encouragement from Blackburn to join AP classes for my senior year. Looks like I have a shot at college after all!
OH, and the art student teacher is a eff-tard beeotch.