Why me?
Wave 249
Tuesday
The 6th of May, 2003 at 09:32 AM
Why does all the bad stuff happen to me? I just don't get it. What did I do wrong... Maybe it doesn't happen to me but it just feels like it does. I dont know. Just gave a presentation and I was a stuttering machine. I never stutter... what is wrong with me. Maybe I just didnt practice it. Maybe...
Well I guess I can start with the end of sunday. Sunday was bah. I finished no hmwrk... which is bad because that means I did none all weekend. I am retarded so to speak. But I did do some fun things. I shot hoops in the rain for awhile and watched The Transporter with my dad. I like that movie, very cool fight scenes. Got to love the fight scenes. Then it was off to bed to write number 94.
I woke up yesterday morning ten mins before I had to be on the bus. I dont know how i did it but I got on it. No o chem lab yesterday which yielded more time for working on the o chem lab *1 hour* before Justin gave me a ride home. I then worked on my presentation for today and made some stunning transparencies. OOO... ahhhh... then I went to my clarinet lesson with a little less of that because my reed is shit. Literally. Excuse my language. Went home and I watched tv and the wild game for awhile. I managed somehow to watch all two hours of buffy, and they were good episodes too. After all this comotion I went to bed to attempt to write 95 and it has a most horrible ending so I think I may rewrite it. All my ideas went bye-bye as it rolled later into the night.
I'm starting to think I should think about publishing my poetry. But then, whose to say they will like it and actually buy it. I was thinking to have a book with one type and the other. Types maybe to be named later. With illustrations! Not mine, so its even better. Whatever the case, it would be fun and I could get some money. But my poetry is crazy and you have to know me to understand it. Of course, writing is just my mind on paper and to understand it means, well, who understands everything about the mind anyways. But it was a thought... i've got enough. Shakespeare... you're going down!
As for this morning. Great bus riding with reciting my (chad and my) presentation to myself while ppl around me thought I was hearing voices and responding back. After five mins of hell I hung around after with some friends and talked about stuff and I found out the Wild won 7 to 2... or something like that. Definately going to watch the game wednesday night. It will be great. Anyways, I've got to end this post because its too long and the hits went bye-bye lately also. But I can't control you guys. Not yet at least...
I remember:*Yes I am copying Justin's post-post*The worst feeling of my life was a dreadful silence on the other end of the telephone line which was followed by, "Ok, I'm hanging up now..." To which I responded, "ok..." *click* Possibly one of the most horrible feelings a person can ever have, is when they tell somebody they love that it won't work anymore. If any of you have went through this, my peace goes out to you...
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