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bitchy_merlin) wrote2008-12-09 11:38 pm
bitchy_merlin) wrote2008-12-09 11:38 pm
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Nine Days til the Holidays
Um. Today. Yeah. Boring.
No homework got done. The story that's due next week? Nada. Y'know what did get done? Stupid fucking jerk-ass plot bunny of assholeishness because it took over my brain. >.< Seriously. It's going to be confined to my notebook for forever. Why is it invading my brain now? Could it not wait til... the holidays, perhaps? I'm still glad it's done and on paper, though.
Also, during Latin, we were discussing our scrapbook project with the teacher, and we asked him if we could maybe do it in blog format since neither myself nor C. is in any way artistically inclined.Damn it Tim Minchin, STOP SINGING AT ME ABOUT MOLESTING PEOPLE. ...it occurs to me that iTunes decreases my productivity level by 50% because all it is is voices, the voices, where the fuck are they coming from - i don't even have any youtube tabs open...oh wait.
...right, so Latin. Yeah, so he allowed us to change our project from a scrapbook to a blog, but then he said it was a shame because he had "really been looking forward to the scrapbook", like, honestly sincerely. And now I feel like I've just kicked a puppy. :-(
Actually, it's pretty funny, just as an overall thing. But still, kicked puppies.
Furthermore:
Dear Universities:
Why must you require further documents other than my marks? So far, my marks are above the admission averages for all your courses (knock wood); can you not just accept me on the basis of my sheer awesomeness? I haven't done anything useful aside from school. I am sure you have thousands of other students who are amazing leader-ish overachiever types. Make them write the essays and stuff, since they so obviously can. I do not want to write you essays about how great I am. I hate writing essays about how great I am. I am not great. Stop expecting me to enjoy lying through my teeth. Gah!
Sincerely, Sarah.
</immaturity>
Ugh. Sometimes I think... as my brother would say, "I don't even know, man."
No homework got done. The story that's due next week? Nada. Y'know what did get done? Stupid fucking jerk-ass plot bunny of assholeishness because it took over my brain. >.< Seriously. It's going to be confined to my notebook for forever. Why is it invading my brain now? Could it not wait til... the holidays, perhaps? I'm still glad it's done and on paper, though.
Also, during Latin, we were discussing our scrapbook project with the teacher, and we asked him if we could maybe do it in blog format since neither myself nor C. is in any way artistically inclined.
...right, so Latin. Yeah, so he allowed us to change our project from a scrapbook to a blog, but then he said it was a shame because he had "really been looking forward to the scrapbook", like, honestly sincerely. And now I feel like I've just kicked a puppy. :-(
Actually, it's pretty funny, just as an overall thing. But still, kicked puppies.
Furthermore:
Dear Universities:
Why must you require further documents other than my marks? So far, my marks are above the admission averages for all your courses (knock wood); can you not just accept me on the basis of my sheer awesomeness? I haven't done anything useful aside from school. I am sure you have thousands of other students who are amazing leader-ish overachiever types. Make them write the essays and stuff, since they so obviously can. I do not want to write you essays about how great I am. I hate writing essays about how great I am. I am not great. Stop expecting me to enjoy lying through my teeth. Gah!
Sincerely, Sarah.
</immaturity>
Ugh. Sometimes I think... as my brother would say, "I don't even know, man."