Post by =TORA= on Sept 21, 2009 18:43:54 GMT -5
I am going through the worst day EVER. Seriously.
First, I haven't been getting much sleep in the last month or so. I think it's my mattress, it bugs me. Princess and the Pea crap and all of that.
So, Friday night I got say, 7 hours of sleep, which isn't bad at all, especially with my weird insomnia thing. Saturday night, we had a bunch of adults over at my place. They ended up playing rock band 2, which was interesting... anyway, I went to bed a 3:30 AM Sunday. Then I woke up @ 8AM Sunday. So I was tired all day and decided to go to bed at 9:30 like a good child. Then, I didn't get to sleep until 2:30AM, after I had crawled on the floor with my blankets and tried to fall asleep. AND there was a creepy blinking light under my desk! I WAS AFRAID!!! So, I fell asleep at around 3AM and had to wake up at 6. And when I was getting ready I didn't pay attention so I had no time for breakfast. Oh, and I woke up ridiculously sore, btw.
So, I ran to school and barely got there on time. My first class of the day was Math 10 Honours (or AP Math to you other people). Imagine doing math when you're starving, exhausted and sore and people are asking you for help! Then, I went to English, which was fine. MAGIC ERASER!!! Then, at lunch, me and three other people went to my house to work on a drama performance we had next block (our lunch is 70 mins.) Before we left the school, I asked my friend a kagillion times if she had the CD with the song on it (for our performances we had to create a silent movie to a song). She said yes, and it wasn't until after we'd gotten to my house she realized she'd left the CD at her house. Now, my house is about 7 minutes away from the school, and her house was about 10 minutes away from the school... in the other direction. So, we'd packed up and by the time we got to her house lunch was half over. So we practiced a few times, and I didn't get time to eat. So, still starving, tired and sore, I went to drama after lunch ended and performed like a good student. Then, I went to French 11. We worked on our projects, blah blah blah. I got home, and started my homework, because I had math homework, and two projects, both of which had portions due tomorrow. My mom got home, and my brother came racing down the stairs wondering if she'd bought him some game card he'd been asking her to get. She said no and that she hadn't had time and had had a stressful day and he went all whiny spazzy (and he's frickin' 13!). So, my mom's upset, i'm trying to do homework, my brother's spazzing and my dad's on the phone in the other room. He comes in exactly when my mom opens the fridge doors and asks where the chicken is. It turns out she'd been saving some leftover chicken for dinner tonight and my dad accidentally ate it. Well, forget it. They had another one of their intense yelling fights. About chicken. THIS IS WHY I THINK THEY'RE GOING TO GET DIVORCED, PEOPLE! Fighting about chicken! So, at this point, my brother had ran off to play wii, my parents are fighting and i'm sitting at the kitchen table with my homework, thinking "okay, this is the fight where they're going to decide to get divorced." And of course, I grabbed my books and ran upstairs for a good cry because I was so upset and over tired.
So, now i'm pausing from doing my English project to tell you all this. I'm still hungry, and i'm very tired and sore. I probably shouldn't even be taking a break because it's 4:45 PM right now, I have 4 hours of homework left, 1 hour of piano, I need to eat dinner, and I have hiphop class at 8. So yeah, a message hug would be greatly appreciated right now. Thanks.
-Tora.
First, I haven't been getting much sleep in the last month or so. I think it's my mattress, it bugs me. Princess and the Pea crap and all of that.
So, Friday night I got say, 7 hours of sleep, which isn't bad at all, especially with my weird insomnia thing. Saturday night, we had a bunch of adults over at my place. They ended up playing rock band 2, which was interesting... anyway, I went to bed a 3:30 AM Sunday. Then I woke up @ 8AM Sunday. So I was tired all day and decided to go to bed at 9:30 like a good child. Then, I didn't get to sleep until 2:30AM, after I had crawled on the floor with my blankets and tried to fall asleep. AND there was a creepy blinking light under my desk! I WAS AFRAID!!! So, I fell asleep at around 3AM and had to wake up at 6. And when I was getting ready I didn't pay attention so I had no time for breakfast. Oh, and I woke up ridiculously sore, btw.
So, I ran to school and barely got there on time. My first class of the day was Math 10 Honours (or AP Math to you other people). Imagine doing math when you're starving, exhausted and sore and people are asking you for help! Then, I went to English, which was fine. MAGIC ERASER!!! Then, at lunch, me and three other people went to my house to work on a drama performance we had next block (our lunch is 70 mins.) Before we left the school, I asked my friend a kagillion times if she had the CD with the song on it (for our performances we had to create a silent movie to a song). She said yes, and it wasn't until after we'd gotten to my house she realized she'd left the CD at her house. Now, my house is about 7 minutes away from the school, and her house was about 10 minutes away from the school... in the other direction. So, we'd packed up and by the time we got to her house lunch was half over. So we practiced a few times, and I didn't get time to eat. So, still starving, tired and sore, I went to drama after lunch ended and performed like a good student. Then, I went to French 11. We worked on our projects, blah blah blah. I got home, and started my homework, because I had math homework, and two projects, both of which had portions due tomorrow. My mom got home, and my brother came racing down the stairs wondering if she'd bought him some game card he'd been asking her to get. She said no and that she hadn't had time and had had a stressful day and he went all whiny spazzy (and he's frickin' 13!). So, my mom's upset, i'm trying to do homework, my brother's spazzing and my dad's on the phone in the other room. He comes in exactly when my mom opens the fridge doors and asks where the chicken is. It turns out she'd been saving some leftover chicken for dinner tonight and my dad accidentally ate it. Well, forget it. They had another one of their intense yelling fights. About chicken. THIS IS WHY I THINK THEY'RE GOING TO GET DIVORCED, PEOPLE! Fighting about chicken! So, at this point, my brother had ran off to play wii, my parents are fighting and i'm sitting at the kitchen table with my homework, thinking "okay, this is the fight where they're going to decide to get divorced." And of course, I grabbed my books and ran upstairs for a good cry because I was so upset and over tired.
So, now i'm pausing from doing my English project to tell you all this. I'm still hungry, and i'm very tired and sore. I probably shouldn't even be taking a break because it's 4:45 PM right now, I have 4 hours of homework left, 1 hour of piano, I need to eat dinner, and I have hiphop class at 8. So yeah, a message hug would be greatly appreciated right now. Thanks.
-Tora.
