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I get into a class, stand there for about 4 minutes like an idiot, and then realize I'm in the wrong class. Wait, what?
No wonder, Morgan. I want to hit myself. Hard. -Resist.-
I rushed out of that classroom, embarassed, and rushed into my real class, late. I was bummed for a while. You know that feeling where you just want to sink into a hole and hide for a few hours before you're ready to face the world again? Yeah.
I get home and wait for my friend to log on, becuase, you know, I like talking to him. I did my homework while I was waiting. He finally gets on and then confuses the heck out of me. Which isn't hard to do but still, it worried me a bit. I needed to go to the bathroom, said I'll be right back, I come back and he logged off. -Wants to hit self again.-
Oh jeez, homework. It seems like all of my teachers get together and conspire to assign me a project to do, in each class, at the same time, due in an insanely short ammount of time, and that requires me to take pictures, buy things, and do things that I really can't. "Take a picture of yourself doing a daily activity and describe what you're doing in spanish in a presentation." Oh, okay. Becuase Morgan always takes pictures or herself and Morgan's familiy so develops the film she uses, oh sure. [/complaints]
It rained in class today. During lunch, I was sitting by myself enjoying some rice when all of a sudden, above the voices of the cafeteria, I hear the loud beating of rain on the high cieling. And boy, was it coming down. It continued to rain as I was walking down the hall to 5th period. Above the main hall are some of those plastic window things that let light in, but that you can't actually see out of. (I've often imagined gaint pteradactols (sp? D'x) come crasing through them, screeching and attacking the crowd below, making everyone scream, run, and move out of my way.) The sound of the rain drumming on them was very soothing.
So... what now? -Feels lost.- .... -Curls up in her comfy computer chiar and waits.-
Edit: This just in!
Morgan is going to sit here until her mother physically prys her away from the computer or until her waiting is awarded with what she's waiting for. Or until she give up, crys, and goes to sleep miserable.
Nya. =w=
 bittersweet93 · Wed Feb 06, 2008 @ 12:48am · 0 Comments |
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