Here's to the Night ║ Eve 6
So. Sleep deprived, for one thing, since I was up until aroun 1:00 last night reading a Sef/Envy/Shinobu log. I just can't resist Sef and Bart or Envy. There's something so...wild and weird about them. I was exhausted this morning, but gym woke me up. I didn't fall asleep until English, which I mostly slept through. Will get to that.
School sucks. Like, majorly. I am wondering why we are getting so much work to do when it is our senior year, and our grades don't count as much. Okay, that is a complete fallacy and I take it back. I just wonder why teachers can't space it out a little more.
Math. Die, Plymette, die. No, don't. I just can't stand the way he speaks and teaches, and I really don't want to do the problem set that is due on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday, even though we have an early dismissal day and don't have that class. *swears* I know I should have gotten to it earlier, but I was...not busy, quite, but doing other stuff. Like I am doing right now, actually.
American Government, you CAN die. Like, just keel over and never come back. I am so not looking forward to working on this handout, because somehow I see me as being the one who will be typing it up. And my group needs it in on Friday for the extra credit we will get to make up for the score we will be getting on the outline. How horrible is it that I haven't touched the material since the outline was due? How horrible is it that I am not going to have a lot to say in this presentation, causing Brianna and Jelly to do more of the work? Why can't I f*cking just be good at public speaking? Why must i be f*cking afraid?
What other classes do I have? Japanese. Rather good, actually. Well...relatively. Oral exam tomorrow with Si. It's not that she's bad at Japanese, but English is not her first language, and she's not really the best. At least we know what we're saying.
Shit. I just realized that I have Creative Writing I am going to need the computer for later. And French. Damn, damn, damn and double damn. Well, I will try and write my French thing in English first and then translate it. Fuck. What tenses are we supposed to use? That is the reason I am not good at French, is because I can never remember all the different tenses we are supposed to use. Dammit. *growls*
I have so much f*cking homework tonight. I really should not be writing this right now, I should be working on my homework instead. But psshht, who wants to do that? Procrastinating has always been more fun. Besides...no, she's at the game. Never mind. But she will be home eventually, and then will usurp the computer. Too damn bad. I need it for homework.
Mike was not at lunch today, nor was he last Thursday. But he was at GSA, and I assaulted him. No, I didn't. I interrogated him. A little. He needs to make up ceramics work because he's doing horridly in that class. *pets Mike* Anyway, the guest speaker today was really good. And people asked some really good questions and he had really good stories to tell. I can say that I met Dave Pallone. Which, while not speaking to him directly, I sort of did. It makes me sad how few people from the baseball team I saw around the Audion. Seriously. I thought more people would have been there, but I'm glad that I saw Randy and Mike Rio.
And Abby was there! Yay Abby. I am always sort of sorry that we aren't better friends, because she really is a cool person. She is leaving on Sunday, which I thought meant yesterday but meant next Sunday. Not like I will see her anymore, but it was nice to see her at the meeting.
Throughout the whole time Dave was speaking, Abby and her girlfriend sat next to each other. Abby was running her thumb over Kay's hand, and Kay was running her fingers up and down Abby's arm. And then they were holding hands and stroking each other's thumbs. It was sweet, and made me happy.
I need to RP with...um, Mallory. Tidus. Draco needs his ear pierced. Now. Or, well, whenever she gets on and I get the urge to poke her. I just need to get into doing stuff there. Mwahaha. I wrote on the back of my English quiz: "Harry...in drag. Draco...in leather. It's coming. Halloween 2005." and Mr. Gillespie saw it. And raised his eyebrows and smiled, and I explained, "role-playing" and that was it. Nothing more. It made me feel weird; not embarrassed, because h/d has long since ceased to embarrass me, but weird.
*sigh* going to actually work on some stuff now.