Used Up: A Message Of Doom
So Angela didn't make her Spanish poster story last night. Which is due today, of course. Of course I could say this was because I was doing the dishes last night, or I had to go to bed early (all true), but in reality we've had like a week in a half to do this. In reality it is all my fault.
So I went to bed last night with my pajamas on inside out and praying for a snow day--there was already a nice white covering on the ground with temperatures dropping, so it looked promising. Well, as of 6:23 AM, all Buckeye Valley Schools are open and running on a normal time schedule. *puke* Uh-oh. What now? Should I even try to hurry and do it now? Let's see, 6:25....out of the shower by 6:35, another 20 minutes to be dressed and ready, that puts us at 55. Plus then there always the extra five minutes saved for things you thought you knew you had to do but didn't. That puts us at 7:00, giving me about 15 minutes to come up with idea for story, write story, translate to Spanish, draw pictures on poster, add sentences to poster. Fifteen minutes? Hmm... can't really see that happening.
Of course I can't. I am trying to think up every reason I can to prevent myself from even having to try to get some of this done. Not only am I just generally a lazy person, I hate school. Hate it. And I don't see why I should waste some of MY time on THEIR crap. No apologies, if I don't wanna do something, I'm not going to. Now of course there's exception to all this, but mostly, that's the rule.
Anyway, I suppose I would've had more time if I hadn't stopped to scribble in here, huh? *sigh* I miss late night-early morning typing sessions. I finished up the "boogey man in the CVS store" scene last night, and am now in the process of transitioning to get them back to the apartment, so I can stick in the bit I already wrote about Trev's roomie Wesley (he's pretty cool), add in some more stuff (Anberlin, baby names), and then finally rewrite the dream scene. Well, not finally, because there's still a load more to rewrite before I can even catch up to myself at the Starbucks scene, and after that a load more to finish the book. But getting that ^ dream sequence done will give me a sense of accomplishment, something I haven't felt since 11:30 November 30th.
6:36. I don't want to go. Crystal will be home tonight. I purposely block out other things that, although good, certainly spoil my mood. What mood? It's already way too far down the drain to be retrieved, and it's not even 7 AM. Gives me high hopes for the rest of the day.
I don't know what to wear for Julian. At least I've got money for tix this time around. I could wear one of those stripey-shoulder-less shirts, but not without goth pants, I don't think. Which I could head straight to the mall and get if I could find that huge stash of money that just mysteriously disappeared the night me and Crystal cleaned my room, and if Mom would not immediately make me turn around and take them back the moment she saw them. Blah. I hate mothers. But back to the subject, is it even worth trying? I am already sort of an ugly person, but standing next to Crystal standing next to JULIAN.... uff, let's not even go there. But I will be happy just to be out of the house and seeing The Academy, so it shouldn't damper my mood too much. Especially if Crystal gets us hooked up with the guest list for the show on the 28th. ;) Cross your fingers.
Oh! Emo title! xXcrossxXyourXxfingersXx Ah, sorry, couldn't resist. I kind of like that actually. Reminds me how I need to come up with at least a WORKING TITLE for my novel. Oof. Things these days. I have come up with some possibilities, you know, it's just most of them sounds very YA. I hate YA. But we'll save that for a rant board sometime. Just like Joe Porterfield. I mean, saving it for a rant board. Don't even get me started, blah, I hate that kid.
Anyway!! I should really get my butt moving. But talking about my novel and The Academy Is really helping me feel a bit better already. Even though I know what evil conclusion awaits me 6th period. Ah don't worry. One (or two or three or four) missed Spanish assignments won't ruin your life. However if you kill yourself over a holiday poster, that will ruin your life. Obviously.
Ok, ok, I'm getting in the shower, I swear! :D
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Disclaimer: If any of this is severely spelled wrong or major typos, funny sentence sequences, it is because I wrote is while rather bleary-eyed after just rolling out of bed. I want my Nano.
So I went to bed last night with my pajamas on inside out and praying for a snow day--there was already a nice white covering on the ground with temperatures dropping, so it looked promising. Well, as of 6:23 AM, all Buckeye Valley Schools are open and running on a normal time schedule. *puke* Uh-oh. What now? Should I even try to hurry and do it now? Let's see, 6:25....out of the shower by 6:35, another 20 minutes to be dressed and ready, that puts us at 55. Plus then there always the extra five minutes saved for things you thought you knew you had to do but didn't. That puts us at 7:00, giving me about 15 minutes to come up with idea for story, write story, translate to Spanish, draw pictures on poster, add sentences to poster. Fifteen minutes? Hmm... can't really see that happening.
Of course I can't. I am trying to think up every reason I can to prevent myself from even having to try to get some of this done. Not only am I just generally a lazy person, I hate school. Hate it. And I don't see why I should waste some of MY time on THEIR crap. No apologies, if I don't wanna do something, I'm not going to. Now of course there's exception to all this, but mostly, that's the rule.
Anyway, I suppose I would've had more time if I hadn't stopped to scribble in here, huh? *sigh* I miss late night-early morning typing sessions. I finished up the "boogey man in the CVS store" scene last night, and am now in the process of transitioning to get them back to the apartment, so I can stick in the bit I already wrote about Trev's roomie Wesley (he's pretty cool), add in some more stuff (Anberlin, baby names), and then finally rewrite the dream scene. Well, not finally, because there's still a load more to rewrite before I can even catch up to myself at the Starbucks scene, and after that a load more to finish the book. But getting that ^ dream sequence done will give me a sense of accomplishment, something I haven't felt since 11:30 November 30th.
6:36. I don't want to go. Crystal will be home tonight. I purposely block out other things that, although good, certainly spoil my mood. What mood? It's already way too far down the drain to be retrieved, and it's not even 7 AM. Gives me high hopes for the rest of the day.
I don't know what to wear for Julian. At least I've got money for tix this time around. I could wear one of those stripey-shoulder-less shirts, but not without goth pants, I don't think. Which I could head straight to the mall and get if I could find that huge stash of money that just mysteriously disappeared the night me and Crystal cleaned my room, and if Mom would not immediately make me turn around and take them back the moment she saw them. Blah. I hate mothers. But back to the subject, is it even worth trying? I am already sort of an ugly person, but standing next to Crystal standing next to JULIAN.... uff, let's not even go there. But I will be happy just to be out of the house and seeing The Academy, so it shouldn't damper my mood too much. Especially if Crystal gets us hooked up with the guest list for the show on the 28th. ;) Cross your fingers.
Oh! Emo title! xXcrossxXyourXxfingersXx Ah, sorry, couldn't resist. I kind of like that actually. Reminds me how I need to come up with at least a WORKING TITLE for my novel. Oof. Things these days. I have come up with some possibilities, you know, it's just most of them sounds very YA. I hate YA. But we'll save that for a rant board sometime. Just like Joe Porterfield. I mean, saving it for a rant board. Don't even get me started, blah, I hate that kid.
Anyway!! I should really get my butt moving. But talking about my novel and The Academy Is really helping me feel a bit better already. Even though I know what evil conclusion awaits me 6th period. Ah don't worry. One (or two or three or four) missed Spanish assignments won't ruin your life. However if you kill yourself over a holiday poster, that will ruin your life. Obviously.
Ok, ok, I'm getting in the shower, I swear! :D
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Disclaimer: If any of this is severely spelled wrong or major typos, funny sentence sequences, it is because I wrote is while rather bleary-eyed after just rolling out of bed. I want my Nano.
posted by Angela at 6:19 AM
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