anywho, so . . . . im getting sick. . . .either that or im imagining a bunch of symptoms after hurting my throat while yelling. . . .
my neighbor called my "mom" today and asked her if i had been yelling this morning. . . . said she heard me yell "******** b*****d" . . . . truth is, i know i was yelling, i just dont remember what all i yelled other than for rick to shut my door back the way it was. . . . i think the only reason she heard it was because our windows were open though. . . .
i had another counciling session today. it was dull. i was out of it the entire time and my mouth/throat were dry and sore so i had trouble talking when i was supposed to talk. i turned british literature into brishish lishashure because my tongue wasnt working. . . . we talked about things i need to try and work on this year, goal wise. . . . things like getting my license and even more importantly getting into college. we discussed my issues, or at least what she figured they were. . . .
anywho, i got home. . . . im not too sure if i finished my math or not. . . . i did work on it during study hall but i also have this vague memory of telling myself not to forget that i didnt finish it. o wells. too late now. i also did some s**t sketch ideas for econ. i dont really like my ideas. but id love to see half the school running around in them. xd stupid school. o wells. i dont think anyone would actually go for my ideas anyways.
o and might i just rant for a bit about how much i despise sweat pants? of course i can! this is my journal, right? you dont HAVE to read it. . . . unless someone is holding you at gunpoint saying read this journal entry confused and even then you could choose death if you felt that strongly against it. anywho, if you like sweatpants, i should say sorry now, though im not actually. . . . but sweatpants are so hideous! those and plain sweatshirts that dont have anything to them. hoodies and zip-up stuff is fine, but seeing those huge bulky plain sweatshirts whose only possible way to spiff it up is to possibly put a picture or words or something on it just grosses me out. sweat clothes are just as disturbing to me as pulling large amounts of fat off of the abdomen area of a cat with nothing but a thin layer of laytex glove between your hands and the fat itself! (btw, that is the only thing about disecting the cats that got to me. . . . also, i tend to think of that when i see really fat people and fried food confused ) anywho. but sweatpants are so hideous! i want to throw them all into a firey pit of hell! i cant believe anyone in their "right mind" would wear them! hell, i cant believe someone not in their "right mind" would wear them. . . .
o and while im still on the superficial/appearance conscious thing. . . . my hair. i want to do something with my bangs. but they are still too short. also, im trying to grow out my hair so i can make a giant braid. i heart braids. . . . especially the kind that even little kids can lear how to do. . . . although, i cant do a very good job of them. . . . especially on myself. sweatdrop
alright, thats over with. . . . i was gonna right about feeling as though i could right a poem, but that moment has passed. . . . and i know im horrible at poetry. i stick to philosophy. . . . and even then i still suck. . . . i just take the need for rhyme and rhythm and whatever else out of it sweatdrop
ugh. . . . i still feel like s**t gonk
edit: wow, this one is actually i lot shorter than i thought it would be. sweatdrop
Unni Ineo · Fri Sep 08, 2006 @ 05:28am · 0 Comments |