Today wasn't very much of a good day... more like frustrating. ...VERY frustrating. I got 3 headaches 'cause of it.
I'm not sure what it is about Mondays that makes me want to jump off a cliff with no parachute, but they do. If had the ability to make Monday into another weekend-day, I would. & what the heck is up with the friggen weather?! Oh, sure, it can rain and thunder all morning but then it turns all rainbows & sunshine when my mood turns bitter. Pfffffftt >:P
So I didn't wake up well, & my morning class went well except for the fact that when I was practically done with a photoshop exercise-thing I realized that I messed up in the first few steps. So then I had to start over & work really fast. I know it's not due till later, but I have a bad problem with procrastination & I want to get it done so I'm not behind in class. I want to learn more about the pen tool, more than anything else, really. I see it a lot in some art tutorials & I want to be able to do that too. It was weird, as the teacher was explaining the tools & such of photoshop, she had a picture of a rubber duck up & my mind wandered off to a talking duck teaching a class...I'm not sure why, but it did. Weird, to say the least. Though I shook it off and was able to pay attention.
The rest isn't worth reading. Seriously. Go read a book or something.
The rest of school wasn't so bad, just a little boring. Ugh, had to work with a person in history. They're a nice person (sometimes)... just not someone I really like. Why? No reason. In my opinion she's just not a very likable person... but I digress. Had study hall, that was nice, got some work done. I like it better than gym that's for sure.
Oh & I figured out why my English teacher had a Swedish flag in their room; it's because they're Swedish. (which I kinda figured) I'm not sure why, but not knowing why, had irked me since the first day of school. & even over the weekend. (Seriously, I talked it over with my sister, I'm going to brag to her when I get the chance, (God, I'm such a nerd...)) Then they were surprised that I recognised the flag & asked if I was Swedish. I'm not (German, Italian & a little Native American.... not that anyone cares really...), so I just replied with "Ah-um, no... I'm just good with flags." Which is a total lie now that I think about it... they also said that they had a German flag & that they would be putting it up soon, which makes me happy for some unknown reason. So then, I told them that in Germany, they don't usually wave their flags around (since they don't want too be too proud, I.e. be like they were in WWII (I think that's right... not sure if I am anymore ^^;)) Which they didn't know, & I don't know why but I like it when I know something that a teacher doesn't. Makes me feel smart, though I know it doesn't really mean that I am. Guilty pleasure, I suppose.
Now I'm just rambling about nothing. Sheesh.
Then I came home to a big mess the dogs had made & a dirty kitchen & by that point I was so frustrated with the whole day I kicked the door way so hard that it left white paint marks on my shoe. Which now that I think about it...probably wasn't a good idea. Now I have paint on my new shoes. Pfffft... So by then I stomped around while cleaning everything & I had basically threw a tantrum & shouting expletives, I made my way up the stairs fuming and I was about to shout at my dogs but then I noticed that they were visibly shaking ('cause they're both VERY timid) so I forced myself to calm down & say "It's OK." Ugh, anything can get away with everything so long as it's cute... pffft....
Now... I suppose I feel a lot better, just trying to relax. I just had a surge of adrenaline & now my stomach hurts a bit... I guess I'll just lay down for a bit, I'm a little bit embarrassed at myself for throwing a tantrum like I did, but I suppose It's what keeps me from going insane.
... WOW, I wrote a lot!
EDIT: Things are looking up, dad got the scuffs off my shoes, going out to dinner, & I don't feel as if have 20 lbs. of weights oon my shoulders, Hazzah! :D
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