Life, through my suddenly non-rosy glasses
Apr. 5th, 2006 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressYeah.
So, I was feeling REALLY good about life and everything. I cleaned up my nest like nobody's buisness, I'm done all my immediate homework, and I've picked all my authors and poems for the poetry project I've got to do.
Like, serious MAJOR cleaning of the nest. The nest is the downstairs desk which Dmitri lives on these days (Meaning that theres no such thing as a private conversation anymore...anybody can walk by anytime. Spoooooooky.) As I spend a LOT of time down here on Dmi, it tends to accumulate...stuff.
But it's clean now. I hardly recognize it.
And then the clock chimes, and the world keeps spinning. Yes, my nest is clean. My room isn't even CLOSE to it, I need to clean out my backpack like nobodys buisness, and I've got a thing to type for Bittner (and Kat.) PLUS I've got those study guide questions to do for history (and damnit, I'm going to do a GOOD job on them if it kills me) and I should probably both register and start studying for the Junemost SATs.
Why didn't anybody tell me being responsible sucked arse?
Off to girl scouts until eight and tutoring until nine. Home as fast as I can to clean as much of my room as I can manage without staying up later then tennish (or so) then crash.
Pop up, all smiles and sunshine in the morning (my usual mask) go to school, catch up on the usual ALoS for English, plus whatever other shit the world throws at me, home, therepy, homework, kung-fu, home, sleep.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
*shrugs* I dunno. It's probably just horemones or something (I really ought to keep better track of that) but yeah. Life seems to suck, for all that it kicks ass.
And it DOES kick ass. I'm in love, I'm loved, I have a best friend who's neither a total dumbass or a total slut (both very good things) and I've got a whole lot of life running through my head.
Right, I'm officially running late now. And joy-no dinner. Yum yum, my favorite. I'll grab something when I get home.
Gawd, I'm verbose today. I really don't mean to say this much.
Better sign off. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
P.S: At least I've actually managed to read my drugs today. :p
So, I was feeling REALLY good about life and everything. I cleaned up my nest like nobody's buisness, I'm done all my immediate homework, and I've picked all my authors and poems for the poetry project I've got to do.
Like, serious MAJOR cleaning of the nest. The nest is the downstairs desk which Dmitri lives on these days (Meaning that theres no such thing as a private conversation anymore...anybody can walk by anytime. Spoooooooky.) As I spend a LOT of time down here on Dmi, it tends to accumulate...stuff.
But it's clean now. I hardly recognize it.
And then the clock chimes, and the world keeps spinning. Yes, my nest is clean. My room isn't even CLOSE to it, I need to clean out my backpack like nobodys buisness, and I've got a thing to type for Bittner (and Kat.) PLUS I've got those study guide questions to do for history (and damnit, I'm going to do a GOOD job on them if it kills me) and I should probably both register and start studying for the Junemost SATs.
Why didn't anybody tell me being responsible sucked arse?
Off to girl scouts until eight and tutoring until nine. Home as fast as I can to clean as much of my room as I can manage without staying up later then tennish (or so) then crash.
Pop up, all smiles and sunshine in the morning (my usual mask) go to school, catch up on the usual ALoS for English, plus whatever other shit the world throws at me, home, therepy, homework, kung-fu, home, sleep.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
*shrugs* I dunno. It's probably just horemones or something (I really ought to keep better track of that) but yeah. Life seems to suck, for all that it kicks ass.
And it DOES kick ass. I'm in love, I'm loved, I have a best friend who's neither a total dumbass or a total slut (both very good things) and I've got a whole lot of life running through my head.
Right, I'm officially running late now. And joy-no dinner. Yum yum, my favorite. I'll grab something when I get home.
Gawd, I'm verbose today. I really don't mean to say this much.
Better sign off. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
P.S: At least I've actually managed to read my drugs today. :p
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on 2006-04-06 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-04-06 02:02 am (UTC)Yeah, I'll hit it tomorrowish probably. Ah well.
Talk more later, away to bed go I!
~Sor
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on 2006-04-07 10:44 am (UTC)Don't do that, 'k?
~Sor
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on 2006-04-07 01:41 pm (UTC)I mostly stand by it because it needs me to prop it up. Otherwise it'd fall over and I'd be sad.