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Sep. 3rd, 2005 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageYesterday was a fiasco.
Couldn't find my keys, so I left the house late.
Practical, vocab due, derivatives. That part was decent. Nothing happens because we're so busy listening.
Stupid Lauer. She made me break down. The second one this year, and she knew about the first. Why wasn't I doing my artwork? The night before had sucked. I said I hated the piece. I kinda do. "I have a feeling this has nothing to do with your artwork. You should cut back on your schedule."
It was actually because I had a test the next period and hadn't studied. But she wouldn't leave.
Black flecks of mascara were floating in the drops of water on the table, much like the precipitates I had watched form during my lab practical earlier that morning.
Lauer had arranged the idle oil pastels in the box, placing them horizontally and end-to-end.
(Then when I did have the test, the last part of the coding was totally foreign. I figured it out, but realised in the library that I should have put a blank instead of a zero to "clear" the box. Whatever, I had never done that before.)
I can't cut back.
So I was all red-faced and emo-looking. I'm so glad my hair had been parted on the side when I woke up. Had it been in a ponytail, I would have been pretty conspicuous.
Dan is a terrible artist but a skilled pirate. It's sad, but I can't fight in a skirt.
Couldn't to to work because Stan is gone. A boy was stabbed at school. I wish I knew why. Brian ordered the wrong food at Taco Bell and blamed it on them. Nobody was at Interact and I detected a bitchy tone in my voice. My laptop froze. I tried to go to the button-making party, but I was afraid I had the wrong address.
The driveway was empty, devoid of vehicles. I saw no signs of intelligent life. I tried to back out of the winding drive and failed miserably. I was there for 5 to 7 minutes. (5:53, to be perfectly precise-- defer order to 8 and 22 Sept.) I hope nobody saw me, because my blue car with white bumpers is hard to miss. I think if they had, they would have come outside or something. Turned on the sprinklers, called the cops. I hate knocking on strange doors. I had to drive back up the driveway and turn around.
Went in circles trying to find Barnes and Noble, like a tourist in my own town. Found it, and read The Bell Jar in a brown recliner. I forced my way through in like three hours. I liked Plath's writing style, identified with Esther, but didn't really find the book memorable. Maybe you have to be not crazy already.
Sofi sat across from me and was eventually replaced by an aging punk wannabe. Creepy in a miniskirt and happy bunny knee socks. When I left the store, I felt numb. Numb is better than how I felt at Beautiful TM's Beautiful Grandparents' House.
The radio tells me to give money when I have none. Every gas station on Bee Ridge was closed and expensive. Nobody notices the 9/10(00). I circled wastefully again until I found the way home. I had a dim view of human nature. Gas was $2.999 to $3.099 a gallon. The glowing orange toothpick covered the halfway mark on the gage.
Couldn't find my keys, so I left the house late.
Practical, vocab due, derivatives. That part was decent. Nothing happens because we're so busy listening.
Stupid Lauer. She made me break down. The second one this year, and she knew about the first. Why wasn't I doing my artwork? The night before had sucked. I said I hated the piece. I kinda do. "I have a feeling this has nothing to do with your artwork. You should cut back on your schedule."
It was actually because I had a test the next period and hadn't studied. But she wouldn't leave.
Black flecks of mascara were floating in the drops of water on the table, much like the precipitates I had watched form during my lab practical earlier that morning.
Lauer had arranged the idle oil pastels in the box, placing them horizontally and end-to-end.
(Then when I did have the test, the last part of the coding was totally foreign. I figured it out, but realised in the library that I should have put a blank instead of a zero to "clear" the box. Whatever, I had never done that before.)
I can't cut back.
So I was all red-faced and emo-looking. I'm so glad my hair had been parted on the side when I woke up. Had it been in a ponytail, I would have been pretty conspicuous.
Dan is a terrible artist but a skilled pirate. It's sad, but I can't fight in a skirt.
Couldn't to to work because Stan is gone. A boy was stabbed at school. I wish I knew why. Brian ordered the wrong food at Taco Bell and blamed it on them. Nobody was at Interact and I detected a bitchy tone in my voice. My laptop froze. I tried to go to the button-making party, but I was afraid I had the wrong address.
The driveway was empty, devoid of vehicles. I saw no signs of intelligent life. I tried to back out of the winding drive and failed miserably. I was there for 5 to 7 minutes. (5:53, to be perfectly precise-- defer order to 8 and 22 Sept.) I hope nobody saw me, because my blue car with white bumpers is hard to miss. I think if they had, they would have come outside or something. Turned on the sprinklers, called the cops. I hate knocking on strange doors. I had to drive back up the driveway and turn around.
Went in circles trying to find Barnes and Noble, like a tourist in my own town. Found it, and read The Bell Jar in a brown recliner. I forced my way through in like three hours. I liked Plath's writing style, identified with Esther, but didn't really find the book memorable. Maybe you have to be not crazy already.
Sofi sat across from me and was eventually replaced by an aging punk wannabe. Creepy in a miniskirt and happy bunny knee socks. When I left the store, I felt numb. Numb is better than how I felt at Beautiful TM's Beautiful Grandparents' House.
The radio tells me to give money when I have none. Every gas station on Bee Ridge was closed and expensive. Nobody notices the 9/10(00). I circled wastefully again until I found the way home. I had a dim view of human nature. Gas was $2.999 to $3.099 a gallon. The glowing orange toothpick covered the halfway mark on the gage.
