I tried to sleep last night, but I couldn't because somehow my nose running like a faucet does not allow sleep. So I just stumbled out of bed when my mom yelled upstairs. It took me forever to get ready because I kept randomly stopping and resting. I got to school and...I don't know what I did, but I didn't do my descriptive essay thing until I got to Latin. It was really fucking half-ass. I can't even remember a word of what I wrote. When I got to English, we were peer-editing, but I didn't have anyone to peer edit and the kid who did mine was fucking...retarded. Oh well.
I had to keep fighting the urge to sleep all through the fucking day and it was really annoying. During geometry, I did fall asleep for 15 minutes and when I woke up, there was a puddle of liquidy snot on my book and...it was disgusting.
When I finally got home, I went right to bed until 7:30, and then woke up and did homework. I still fucking hate sleep. Then I started freaking out because I still don't have any Cornell notes for AVID and...I don't know. I fucking hate that class, too. It's fucking everything up. I really want to do well in it, but I'm so far behind and I don't know how I can catch up. Bleh.
Well, hot damn. What the hell am I talking about? I'm just like bitching about random stuff.
I made Tursh wake me up when she got home from work because I don't like sleeping. I think she's rather confused by my distaste for sleep. I kind of am, too, I guess. Sleep just gets in the way.
Now there's some bump on the bottom of my jaw on my neck.
I hate being sick.
My mom was going to give me this Tylenol Sinus PM stuff, but I looked at the expiration date and it expired four years ago. So she gave me this perscription stuff Tursh got a while ago. Thank goodness that wasn't expired.
I think I'm going to go to the counselor tomorrow during AVID and talk to her about how much of a failure I am.
Fuck, it's cold!
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