Bad Moods and Hell and Missing

I ought to:

1. Tell me one thing you love about me.

2. Tell me two things you love about yourself.

3. Look through the comments... when you see someone you know, tell them three things you love about them.

4. Do this in your journal so I can tell you what I love about YOU.

I hated everything in the world until about five minutes ago, then I started to listen to some Christmas music and start making some CDs for people for Christmas and then I felt better with all of the soothing piano music and such.

I did more of that stupid essay, and I was a real bitch to Dad about it. He helped me, but it still sucks, and I still hate it, and probably more.

Liz was in a bad mood today. I don't know what she encountered before she got to third hour, but it rubbed off on me (and that poor unfortunate woman who reminds me of Umbridge and must have absolutely no friends and no hope in her life to talk to us like that-- I pity her, do you see?-- didn't help), and then Dad got all mad because he didn't want it rubbing off on him. So I had to keep it, lol . . .

At least we came up with an awesome Hell. It's very Buddhist, and think-y, lol, and I'm having fun with it. I wonder if she got on last night . . . I completely didn't do anything about getting pictures of people because I was too busy writing my essay and doing Economics.

Maybe we can ask Mrs. Kasa if we can do it on Tuesday since I have to miss a whole work day-- out of two.

The play was better today. Kind of. I need to find some good '50's shoes that will be approved of that aren't sneakers. They're all like, "heels," and I'm like, um, no, Fairy doesn't WEAR heels. She's not that type of person. She may be from the '50s and heels may have been popular in the '50s, but she's not going to wear heels; she'd sooner wear saddle shoes. Plus I have to run and skip around and stuff, and jump up on a chair, and I am NOT jumping up onto that crappy chair with heels. It's hard enough as it us, as there's no springs in it and all.

I don't want to miss tomorrow and have to make up all that crap. I don't want to miss Tuesday, either, but I will.

Though the Democrats never did call me . . . they were supposed to; they said they would tonight. I'm supposed to greet or work the poll book for them or something, but Mr. Johnson was sort of unclear on everything and even though I gave them their permission slip and all to do it, I don't know how well this is going to work out . . .

Bad Moods and Hell and Missing

I ought to:

1. Tell me one thing you love about me.

2. Tell me two things you love about yourself.

3. Look through the comments... when you see someone you know, tell them three things you love about them.

4. Do this in your journal so I can tell you what I love about YOU.

I hated everything in the world until about five minutes ago, then I started to listen to some Christmas music and start making some CDs for people for Christmas and then I felt better with all of the soothing piano music and such.

I did more of that stupid essay, and I was a real bitch to Dad about it. He helped me, but it still sucks, and I still hate it, and probably more.

Liz was in a bad mood today. I don't know what she encountered before she got to third hour, but it rubbed off on me (and that poor unfortunate woman who reminds me of Umbridge and must have absolutely no friends and no hope in her life to talk to us like that-- I pity her, do you see?-- didn't help), and then Dad got all mad because he didn't want it rubbing off on him. So I had to keep it, lol . . .

At least we came up with an awesome Hell. It's very Buddhist, and think-y, lol, and I'm having fun with it. I wonder if she got on last night . . . I completely didn't do anything about getting pictures of people because I was too busy writing my essay and doing Economics.

Maybe we can ask Mrs. Kasa if we can do it on Tuesday since I have to miss a whole work day-- out of two.

The play was better today. Kind of. I need to find some good '50's shoes that will be approved of that aren't sneakers. They're all like, "heels," and I'm like, um, no, Fairy doesn't WEAR heels. She's not that type of person. She may be from the '50s and heels may have been popular in the '50s, but she's not going to wear heels; she'd sooner wear saddle shoes. Plus I have to run and skip around and stuff, and jump up on a chair, and I am NOT jumping up onto that crappy chair with heels. It's hard enough as it us, as there's no springs in it and all.

I don't want to miss tomorrow and have to make up all that crap. I don't want to miss Tuesday, either, but I will.

Though the Democrats never did call me . . . they were supposed to; they said they would tonight. I'm supposed to greet or work the poll book for them or something, but Mr. Johnson was sort of unclear on everything and even though I gave them their permission slip and all to do it, I don't know how well this is going to work out . . .