Dix

My teeth hurt so bad it's not even funny.
Just pressing on them feels like someone is yanking them around violently.
I detest braces. I know you're never too old for straight teeth,
But still. There should be requirements for these kind of things.
I could have gotten this over with over 6 years ago, instead of now.
If only they didn't cost so damn much...

I got a letter from the college last night.
Made the Dean's List again. Second semester in a row.
It really makes me wonder how I haven't made it previously considering I've always maintained above a 3.5 GPA.
It's kind of funny, though. I don't even try hard or anything.
I wonder how many people strive to achieve good grades when I more or less just receive them.
I know grades are earned, not rewarded, but even still... I don't go out of my way to get the perfect score. I don't hope, wish, want, pray I do well.
I show up. Do my work. And get A's for it.
I participate when necessary and otherwise sit back and learn what I can before it's off to the next class.
Oh well.

So I was finishing up Heroes last night
And I am so sad about how they ended season 4.
I understand it wasn't their intent to end it and then have the show become canceled,
But couldn't they have found some other less attracting way to conclude the season?!
Now I'm going to walk around wondering where they were going with the show.
I really hate that. Books do that, too, and it drives me crazy.
(I really wonder where I find all this free time to take classes AND watch 8 hours of a TV show via Netflix. Oh yeah, that's right, I don't have a life!)

Maybe I'll find a new thing to occupy my free time.
Someday.

Haha...

I just read my last post...
And I apologize to anyone that might have read it and gotten offended.

I don't apologize very often for the things I say
But considering these are my classmates I'll be courteous.

It's just one of those days...

Much to do with nothing;;

I've noticed something about the discussion board for my class...
A lot of people are effing RUDE with their responses.
I mean seriously, cut some people some slack, okay?
Just because they don't pay attention and ask a HARMLESS question about when something is due
Doesn't mean you need to have a stick up your @$$ when you respond.
A simple "oh, it's due this day but check the calendar from now on because it'll inform you of everything you need to know" will suffice.
If you don't actually want to help someone, hello, don't respond!
It irritates the crap out of me that people will answer EVERY question that is asked just because they need participation points.
Uhm people... you get them without asking questions, too.
And maybe you'd make all of our lives easier by not responding rudely to everything you read.
Because really, if you actually do your work + extra credit, you're going to get an A.
Log on. Do the work. Ask meaningful questions/point out something that will be OF USE TO PEOPLE
And then TA DA you're well on your way to a good grade.
I also hate that everyone feels the need to talk about how easy or hard something was for them.
Obviously it's a matter of OPINION and doesn't need to be discussed with the class.
If it was hard, sorry, study a little better next time,
If it was easy, good job! I don't need to know!
Unless you actually have relative information pertaining to the subject we are discussing
I don't care.
I'm tired of wasting my time with asinine remarks
And reading the same thing over and over.

I'm actually quite pleased that the teacher is going to deduct points for repeats.
It makes me smile.

Entrée Neuf

I could really go for a smoothie right now
Maybe a nice garden salad and a tall glass of ice water.
Instead I'm going to do homework...
And then I'm going to go to Genghis Grill :D
Hooray for celebrating birthdays a week early.

I know I have nothing better to do
But I still feel like procrastinating.
Probably why I'm writing this blog instead of checking out the next assignment
And reading chapter 5 so I can take the quiz.
I detest quizzes. I always manage to mix stuff up in my head and not remember which thing does what.
I'm only good with teachers that make obvious tests.
Curse computers and all their random information.
And curse general studies for needing these classes to get a degree!
Luckily I'll be done by next summer.
And then I can start my career and be happily on my way through life.

I've noticed I don't say anything all too interesting in this blog.
Probably because I'm too afraid to say anything offensive or whatever.
I wonder if anyone reads it even. It's not necessarily required, right?

This is my brain having thoughts that my fingers decide to type.
Lovely.

Really now, I'm going to start the chapter...

Eight

Finally the week is over.
Finally I can sit back and...
Do a lot more homework.

I want to get ahead again.
I want to be able to have a few moments of peace
Perhaps to get rid of this horrid headache I've had for weeks now.
But I know that's not going to happen easily.
I dread this weekend.
Because the only way I can achieve this
Is if I literally do all next week's work
And then start on the week after's.

The problem is I have so much to do.
And the thought of it all just makes my head hurt worse.
I know I won't accomplish anything complaining and worrying...
I know that if I just get it over with I won't have as much to deal with...
But even still... My mind is stuck on procrastination
And I can't seem to find a way to unstick it.

I'm driving myself crazy thinking about it.

The one good thing about it being Thursday, however,
Is that I can actually sleep in for the next couple of days.
That might just help this whole exhaustion thing I've been feeling lately.
At least, I hope it helps. I can't concentrate when I feel like I could close my eyes for a second
And not open them again for hours.

I suppose I'll find out soon enough, right?
For now I'm going to watch some Heroes.
Man I love that show.

Seven

It's technically Wednesday, right?
That technically counts as a new day.

I should probably be asleep right now,
And I will admit that I am dead tired,
But I still find myself sitting in this spot...
I don't even know what I'm necessarily doing here
I'm kind of just doing nothing.
Perhaps that is why I decided to blog.
Great to aid boredom.

I hate quizzes. I have one in Politics tomorrow.
I don't think it'll be too hard or anything,
But that worries me. Because usually whenever I think something will be easy I fail miserably.
And whenever I think I'm going to bomb it
I tend to end up doing rather well.
So now I'm worried. But I'm not sure if it's "I'm gonna do well" kind of worrying or justified worrying cause I'm going to suck...
Bah, I just confused myself.
Perhaps it isn't such a good idea to be awake right now...

Things like this are probably one of the reasons I've been so tired lately.
If I went to bed at a normal hour like sane people do I might just actually get a good night's sleep.
What am I saying?
I never do anything "normal."

So much for sleeping.

Six

My tattoo is so itchy.
It's driving me bloody crazy.
If I turn my head my hair tickles it ever so slightly.
I want nothing more than to rip my arm off.
Though I know that would be a bit much...

Have you ever wanted to tell someone something so bad
But you know better so you don't?
Bite your tongue
Fake a smile
Pretend like everything is okay.
When really you're screaming at them inside.
Pretty much you want to grab them
Shake some sense into them.
I feel like that a lot.
But I'm done ranting...

I have a brand new obsession.
Heroes.
I find myself sitting around wanting to see it.
And I have Netflix so I can.
But I also find myself slacking on homework because of it.
Which isn't a good thing to do...
But I can't help myself.
I want to know what happens next!

Do they have group sessions for people who become obsessed with TV series?
Cause if so I think I should meet these people.

I love Lewis Black.
He's so angry and mean and funny.
He makes me happy to get old.
So I can be just as big of an asshole.

Time for more homework.

Entry Five

It's barely Monday and already I wish it were the weekend.
Actually, quite honestly, I wish it were July...
But that's beside the point.

I hate when things seem simple
So much so that they become difficult to get through.
That's how my Politics class is.
All the homework is is writing journals based off the chapter's topic.
Not so hard, right?
We don't even have to make coherent, complete sentences.
It seems like it would be the easiest thing ever...
Yet they prove to be aggravating.
How could someone write incomplete sentences to express their opinion?!
That makes like no sense to me.

But I'm not going to dwell on that
Lest I end up driving myself crazy.

On a better note
12 days until my birthday.
Not that birthdays have ever been much in my opinion,
Woo, we're legally another year older though only one day has passed since we were technically "younger"
But even still, I am quite pleased with this year's festivities.
And not to mention the people I get to see that weekend.
Bonus, bonus that my birthday is on a Saturday during a month of school.
I won't have to worry about the morning after.
:D

Time to get back to other forms of homework.
Like dreaded reading...

Entry Four

My shoulder hurts.
I really can't complain cause it's my own fault,
But oh man.
I didn't think it would be so sore.
None of my other tattoos hurt so much.
I suppose it's just a sensitive area.
Showering is going to be quite an adventure...
As well as sleeping.

I'm still super tired.
I've never felt so drained in my life.
And the worst part is I don't have the time to sleep off any potential illness
I have far too much homework to get done, and I'm starting to slack.
I want nothing more than to sit back and relax
But already I've wasted an entire day and have almost nothing to show for it.
I need to prioritize... It's just... difficult.

Another thing, who turned on the heat?!
It went from being icy cold to super-hot in a matter of seconds.
A week ago I had to keep the windows closed at this hour otherwise I'd freeze
And now if I don't open them I'm sweating profusely.
I hate sweating.

Pretty much this week/weekend has just been a terrible strain on my existence.
I know I'm being dramatic...
But that's art, no?
Just another form of expression.

Time for some mind numbing reading.