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(A Yahoo! News headline. I haven't read the article yet, but that's next on the agenda before I leave for work.)
Things were awful today blah blah blah. I stayed up till 4:30 a.m. finishing the paper and blah blah blah slept in until 9 a.m. and came to school in time for Painting, which was the best part of the day because we listened to Ben Folds and I'm painting this one really "fast and free" or something. Plans change, ideas change, life is stressful. It takes a long time to get food, a bank card malfunctions at the gas station, decides to work at the bank when withdrawing money for gas, blah blah blah, gas costs millions of dollars. Venting to my mom almost makes it worse because she is a sympathetic listener and doesn't say things like "You're so lucky, how dare you feel upset when you're such a privileged person?" That's what I say to myself.
But! Then I do my French homework on my bed and am all ready to read "Hamlet" when Lily, my cat, starts pacing around on the bed and snuggling against me so I kick everything off the bed but her and wrap up in a blanket and fall asleep for a delightful hour with Lily curled up against me. I wake up and my mom's made tortellini and everything that was wrong miraculously isn't. (A good sign that "MOOD SWING" is the best explanation for nearly everything these days.)
But--everything I wrote about in my last entry about feeling regret that I didn't get to know some people better is still true. I just feel more hopeful about it, because I got lovely "let's hang out more" notes and I think this summer is going to be FANTASTIC with a capital F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C.
Things were awful today blah blah blah. I stayed up till 4:30 a.m. finishing the paper and blah blah blah slept in until 9 a.m. and came to school in time for Painting, which was the best part of the day because we listened to Ben Folds and I'm painting this one really "fast and free" or something. Plans change, ideas change, life is stressful. It takes a long time to get food, a bank card malfunctions at the gas station, decides to work at the bank when withdrawing money for gas, blah blah blah, gas costs millions of dollars. Venting to my mom almost makes it worse because she is a sympathetic listener and doesn't say things like "You're so lucky, how dare you feel upset when you're such a privileged person?" That's what I say to myself.
But! Then I do my French homework on my bed and am all ready to read "Hamlet" when Lily, my cat, starts pacing around on the bed and snuggling against me so I kick everything off the bed but her and wrap up in a blanket and fall asleep for a delightful hour with Lily curled up against me. I wake up and my mom's made tortellini and everything that was wrong miraculously isn't. (A good sign that "MOOD SWING" is the best explanation for nearly everything these days.)
But--everything I wrote about in my last entry about feeling regret that I didn't get to know some people better is still true. I just feel more hopeful about it, because I got lovely "let's hang out more" notes and I think this summer is going to be FANTASTIC with a capital F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C.
