It's days like these that make me want to punch someone in the god damn face.

Fuck you.

So, finals.

I. Am. PANICKING. Oh my god, I was hoping I could be exempt from my history final but my average was one point off from being the minimum and kgf;gg’fsfsdefd/fsdfs. *dies* I’ve been studying like crazy for the past couple of days (with the brief interludes of Papa’s Pizzeria androleplayedingly), but I’m still not confident. Especially regarding my algebra final. Our teacher told us about a girl who passed the class the first two semesters and failed the final, ultimately failing the class and having to repeat it.

THIS DOES NOT SIT WELL WITH ME.

I’m pretty much okay for biology—I just need to go over photosystems I and II and the organelles of the cell—so that’s one less burden off my back. But there’s going to be so much information on the history final especially that I don’t think I can pack it all in. /whine

Not only that, but I have no idea what to do on the actual finals day. I dunno if we’re allowed to bring our textbooks and stuff in, since I have two hours once I get to school to do some last minute studying for history. (Gotta love band class) At least I’m getting the hard finals over with—next semester I have English Honors, Phys Ed, Latin Honors, and Religion. I know everything will be okay with Religion and English, but since I can’t be exempt from Latin I’ll try to be exempt from English or Religion. Either one would be fine, but I’d prefer English, since the Religion final is bound to be easy. /abuse of shift key

/seppuku

The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

Well. school is just being a bitch.

Oh my god, oh my goooood, I'm screwed. I only got a 1/3 credit on my biology homework, EVEN THOUGH SHE KNEW THAT MY BOOK WAS STILL IN MY LOCKER AND THAT I COULDN'T GET IT.

My parents are going to rip me again like they did on Friday night. That's the LAST, LAST, LAST thing I want.

...I actually cried a little.

So I'm in algebra yet again, lunch is in a few minutes and I'm STARVING. I think I wrote a little too much in the past couple of days, so I'm going to recharge my batteries in time for the Wright-A-Thon, which happens to be this Saturday. PARTICIPATE, OR YOU WILL DIE. DDDD:

Also, I can't bring myself to write on the computer anymore; I like carrying around my notebook of porn and keeping all my prompts for claims in the little folders that they put in between the sections. It gives me a sense of comfort. That, and I love the actual act of writing with a pen/pencil/rock. It all works out.

Didn't watch the debates, I'm not really interested in domestic affairs, only because I already know what the candidates' policies are regarding the aforementioned affairs are. :/

FOOD: I NEEEEEEED IIIIT.