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minervasoloTired. Headachy. Stressed. Loathing my psychology teacher for not being a mindreader and doing everything my way which was clearly a far superior way to her way.
I have a strong urge to go into college tomorrow and not attend any lessons. Driving lesson will get me there for 9 AM (getting up at six tomorrow, which doesn't bode well), then I have critical thinking, where we've already finished the main course content, Physics, which is boring as shit anyway, Psychology, where we're having a test, and maths, where we're doing things we did years ago.
Of course, then there'd be no point in going in, except to do IT. I've already come to the conclusion recently that even if there was any point in me missing lessons to go home early (there isn't, since my bus only comes at the end of college anyway) I wouldn't unless I was being physically sick. Not headaches, or bad moods, or general illness, or general anything would provide me with enough of an excuse to justify to myself going home early.
I feel like one of the phrases on my file: "I'll have a nervous breakdown as soon as I have time." Same goes for feeling depressed, or even properly stressed: I don't have time, and as I've mentioned before I can't fight the general feeling of obligation to appear at least mildy cherrful all of the time. So, I'll probably end up hermitaged over half term, excpet there's all these parties. Still, no drinking. Still off that.
And I'm still doing IT. I've spent most of this evening watching Angels in America (Aww! Prior!) and playing about with more manips. I want to write, dammit, but I don't have time. I have to do IT. Of course, technically I didn't have time to play around with photo manips, but they're very sidetracking. I now have covers for Mud, Debt and Fears and OUAN, except I'm spotting a black-and-white theme among these pcitures, so they all look vagely similar. Oh well!
Tired. Headache coming back. Bad cough. To end this on the same note I came in on: Ugh.
I have a strong urge to go into college tomorrow and not attend any lessons. Driving lesson will get me there for 9 AM (getting up at six tomorrow, which doesn't bode well), then I have critical thinking, where we've already finished the main course content, Physics, which is boring as shit anyway, Psychology, where we're having a test, and maths, where we're doing things we did years ago.
Of course, then there'd be no point in going in, except to do IT. I've already come to the conclusion recently that even if there was any point in me missing lessons to go home early (there isn't, since my bus only comes at the end of college anyway) I wouldn't unless I was being physically sick. Not headaches, or bad moods, or general illness, or general anything would provide me with enough of an excuse to justify to myself going home early.
I feel like one of the phrases on my file: "I'll have a nervous breakdown as soon as I have time." Same goes for feeling depressed, or even properly stressed: I don't have time, and as I've mentioned before I can't fight the general feeling of obligation to appear at least mildy cherrful all of the time. So, I'll probably end up hermitaged over half term, excpet there's all these parties. Still, no drinking. Still off that.
And I'm still doing IT. I've spent most of this evening watching Angels in America (Aww! Prior!) and playing about with more manips. I want to write, dammit, but I don't have time. I have to do IT. Of course, technically I didn't have time to play around with photo manips, but they're very sidetracking. I now have covers for Mud, Debt and Fears and OUAN, except I'm spotting a black-and-white theme among these pcitures, so they all look vagely similar. Oh well!
Tired. Headache coming back. Bad cough. To end this on the same note I came in on: Ugh.
