Sep. 25th, 2005

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I still feel like shit and now life sucks.

I'm probably going to get a damn B in Orchestra (and THAT'S only if I were going to get an A, anyway) because I missed that one damn rehearsal and was too sick (and ignorant of school orchestra policies-- you know, seeing as how I've only gone to two, not including the first one, which I was excused from, where they probably TOLD us all these policies . . . damn fuck-ass floor meeting) to write them an email to say I was sick and couldn't show up. So now I'm going to write them now, and I'm going to sound like an awkward ass, and they're not going to care, and I doubt they're going to forgive me for anything, because this is fucking *college* now and we're all supposed to be *responsible* and all that shit, and so I'm just fucking screwed and I might as well die.
tabular_rasa: (Default)
I still feel like shit and now life sucks.

I'm probably going to get a damn B in Orchestra (and THAT'S only if I were going to get an A, anyway) because I missed that one damn rehearsal and was too sick (and ignorant of school orchestra policies-- you know, seeing as how I've only gone to two, not including the first one, which I was excused from, where they probably TOLD us all these policies . . . damn fuck-ass floor meeting) to write them an email to say I was sick and couldn't show up. So now I'm going to write them now, and I'm going to sound like an awkward ass, and they're not going to care, and I doubt they're going to forgive me for anything, because this is fucking *college* now and we're all supposed to be *responsible* and all that shit, and so I'm just fucking screwed and I might as well die.
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I still feel sick.

. . . but I just got sick of looking at that old entry at the top of the page.

The weather is gross and runny and dreary, sort of like *MY SOUL* . . . erm . . . my health?

Livejournal Haiku )
tabular_rasa: (Default)
I still feel sick.

. . . but I just got sick of looking at that old entry at the top of the page.

The weather is gross and runny and dreary, sort of like *MY SOUL* . . . erm . . . my health?

Livejournal Haiku )

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