"Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night."

[sunshine_queen]

Today was a rollercoaster of BS emotions.

Drama:
- relief (math)
- pining (guess who?)
- enthusiasm (yay drama!)
- frenzy (copying study guide i didn't have time for last night)
- bitterness (steph and me)

We worked on this thing we got a couple lines of dialogue scattered among twelve, and you had to fill in the blanks, and it was hard, dude. Although I could've so worked in into an Alias script. I did in my head several times. But Steph and I couldn't agree on what to do for forever.

Ooh, wrote the Candlelights thing. I am teh badass.

So, this morning, I'm set to study my ass off during drama for my math test, right? So, before school, I'm walking to my locker with Janelle and telling her this and she literally asks me, "What are you smoking? there's no math test." And gives me various reasons why there isn't: it isn't on the board, she didn't review, we hadn't heard. So, I don't study.

Before math, Janelle catches me at my locker. "Madi," says she, "There is a math test."

Before Math:
- homicidal rage

During Math:
- suicidal
- helpless
- hopeless
- doomed.
- near tears.

After math, Janelle comes bounding over to me like nothing's happened, all sunshine and daisies and I literally felt like saying, YOU DUMBASS I HATE YOU.

But I didn't and suffered in silence. Philly saw me in the hall and asked what was wrong, and I nearly started to cry, 'cause, dude? D in math. So the failing? NOT TOO GOOD.

Went to math, and as we sit at the table in thd courtyard, there is one (1) bench on the table that is always in the shade. This is important in Florida, as the heat kills. This bench is always me and Tommy. Yes, we are the habitual and possessive. And Heather took my seat.

This was all too much for PMSing, stressed out me. I literally sat down next to Heather and started sniffling.

No one ever said I was rational.

Anyway, I got over it.

Khausinau:
- elation (yay, Khausinau!)
- worry (Extended Essay. Dammit)
- fear (" ")
- giggly ('cause Caitlin's fun)
- hatred (I hate soooo many people in that class)
- boredom
- animosity (people hate me too. i'm too outspoken. and i'm right.)

And so I think I'd like to go live in a hermit's cage. With internet. Because I love you all. (Mel keeps getting on me for liking to talk to "people [I]'ve never even spoken to". Stupid narrow brat.)

I dreamt last night Mom got a Laredo and we named it Vaughn. She said (in real life, when I told her) she'd rather name it Syd.

Hee.

Comments

[xcoquette.livejournal.com]

Icky, PMS sucks, and so does HS. In moments. Feel better. I love ya anyway.

[thepodsquad.livejournal.com]

Well, if it makes Mel feel any better you have actually, technically, spoken to me twice. ;) And I get the same thing from...oh, my whole family. I don't think they understand the ability to talk about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. Oh well.

And dude, the math test, honey I'm sorry *huggles*. I'm sure you did absolutely fine.