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shinyglorchanOh god, I don't know what day that the teacher isn't coming in for Astrology. @_@ I'm pretty sure she'd e-mail us about it, but still! Going in to find no class? I can't do it. I won't do it. >>;; I'd hate to skip her class, but she doesn't take attendance, and she has podcasts for her lectures. ...I just have to find them. ;-;
And I have lots of fic ideas, even one that'll work for that stupid short story for that stupid fucking Creative Writing class. On another note, that bitch is getting the worst evaluation ever from me at the end of the semester. Old biddy needs to GO.
*sighs* My mom will probably kill me when she finds me at home. ...better find those podcasts, so she can't yell much. D:
EDIT: I AM SO GLAD I SKIPPED SCHOOL! ;-; There was a tree that fell during all that snow a few weeks ago, and it had a tree swing in it. I was planning to get it even though the rope is all sharp because the plastic-y rope is frayed, and the wood for the seat is kinda rotting. Because my neighbor put it up for me, and he died of cancer two summers ago.
So, I freaked, got my trenchcoat (over my pajamas, mind you, and with my mom's house shoes) to go get it because there're men outside putting the tree through a chopper. Luckily, it was on the ground, so I grabbed it and didn't bother to talk to them since they had protective ear gear on, but they were all staaaaare. They can go fuck themselves.
And I was gonna cry because if I'd gone to school, my swing wouldn't have been there when I got back. ;-; I woulda been a mess. *would hug the tree swing, but it's fully made of ow to touch* Also, I can't go back to sleep because of the chainsaws, and they make me sad because my neighbor Michael totally would have been out there with a chainsaw, hacking away at that tree if he were alive and well. ;-;
And I have lots of fic ideas, even one that'll work for that stupid short story for that stupid fucking Creative Writing class. On another note, that bitch is getting the worst evaluation ever from me at the end of the semester. Old biddy needs to GO.
*sighs* My mom will probably kill me when she finds me at home. ...better find those podcasts, so she can't yell much. D:
EDIT: I AM SO GLAD I SKIPPED SCHOOL! ;-; There was a tree that fell during all that snow a few weeks ago, and it had a tree swing in it. I was planning to get it even though the rope is all sharp because the plastic-y rope is frayed, and the wood for the seat is kinda rotting. Because my neighbor put it up for me, and he died of cancer two summers ago.
So, I freaked, got my trenchcoat (over my pajamas, mind you, and with my mom's house shoes) to go get it because there're men outside putting the tree through a chopper. Luckily, it was on the ground, so I grabbed it and didn't bother to talk to them since they had protective ear gear on, but they were all staaaaare. They can go fuck themselves.
And I was gonna cry because if I'd gone to school, my swing wouldn't have been there when I got back. ;-; I woulda been a mess. *would hug the tree swing, but it's fully made of ow to touch* Also, I can't go back to sleep because of the chainsaws, and they make me sad because my neighbor Michael totally would have been out there with a chainsaw, hacking away at that tree if he were alive and well. ;-;
