Finals Week is Almost Over Yay!
Finals are a blast. Everynight I'm so busy fretting about the tests and portfolios that I forget to study for the tests and/or finish up my portfolios. That's okay though. I'm a superhero when it comes to finals and somehow scraping by. I have a huge one coming up at 1:00. I don't believe I'm ready for it and I'm extremely hungry. I just had a meeting with a career advisor and I'm also depressed. Hardly the mental state to be in before a massive, grinning final.
Ughhhh, I also have to read a poem in front of people. I hate poetry. It's not even real. I mean, who can tell whether or not it's even a poem? Some poetry is good and all that, but I don't like to write it and even less do I like to read it in front of people.
I am sooooo hungry. I think I'll eat some pie. I can't decide between cherry pie or some other kind that I have not thought of yet. My mom makes the best cherry pie ever. For real. Same with peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry, and kuchen. She's the best pie maker in the world. Do you want proof? Well, she makes cherry pie with those little criss-cross things on the top. That's the way to make it. I don't care what anybody else says. I'm so hungry I'm delirious.
I have to study. I don't have time for this. I just needed a break, that's all. I can't wait for it to be over. Then I can go back to thinking about a career as a racecar driver. By the way, my mom said that I can live at home forever if I want to, so there.
*Also, I noticed that whenever I spell hungry I spell it like this: "hungary," like the country and I have to go back and fix it everytime. The only time I spell it right is when I think about it, when I think, "I'm going to have to spell hungry in a little bit here. That's "hungry," not "hungary." and that's when I do it right.*
Ughhhh, I also have to read a poem in front of people. I hate poetry. It's not even real. I mean, who can tell whether or not it's even a poem? Some poetry is good and all that, but I don't like to write it and even less do I like to read it in front of people.
I am sooooo hungry. I think I'll eat some pie. I can't decide between cherry pie or some other kind that I have not thought of yet. My mom makes the best cherry pie ever. For real. Same with peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry, and kuchen. She's the best pie maker in the world. Do you want proof? Well, she makes cherry pie with those little criss-cross things on the top. That's the way to make it. I don't care what anybody else says. I'm so hungry I'm delirious.
I have to study. I don't have time for this. I just needed a break, that's all. I can't wait for it to be over. Then I can go back to thinking about a career as a racecar driver. By the way, my mom said that I can live at home forever if I want to, so there.
*Also, I noticed that whenever I spell hungry I spell it like this: "hungary," like the country and I have to go back and fix it everytime. The only time I spell it right is when I think about it, when I think, "I'm going to have to spell hungry in a little bit here. That's "hungry," not "hungary." and that's when I do it right.*
posted by Booder at 10:24 AM
2 Comments:
how often are you gonna update this thing over the summer? if you only do it once every two weeks now then i bet during the summer it'll sit dormant for months at a time.
i don't know. i'm just very busy with school stuff right now, so that's why i haven't been doing much.
also, yes my dad does like lemon-lime gatorade which is a constant thorn in my side because i like orange and my mom always sides with my dad.
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