Will it never end????

I am sick. AGAIN!!!!!!!!! Now I have an effing hacking cough to deal with right during an important part of track season. Maybe I am allergic to this year. It needs to end. Now.

A novel idea.

I love books. I love reading them, owning them, buying them...

but that isn't the point of this entry.

The point is that I have been reading novels for so long that they have become predictable. It is so easy to see what is going to happen, and what the characters should do when faced with problems. The novel is planned out. Disaster strikes, but in the novels i read, everything usually turns out ok in the end.

Don't you wish life could be that way?

Yeah sure. I sound sappy and idiotic. But I have been feeling this way for a while now. I feel that if I were reading my life, then I could predict exactly what to do and what will happen. I can't analyze my life and it frustrates me. Maybe if I wrote EVERYTHING down and went back over it, then I could realize my mistakes and figure out what to do next. Maybe I could write in a little more excitement, and write out the drama.

I feel like I am wandering down a dark hallway without a flashlight. I'm not drepressed or broody about anything. I just wish it were easier to figure out what to do next.

have you ever...

sat back and watched something happen and just think to yourself: "oh goodness no..." ?

seems like I do too much these days.

Prom

Do I have to go? I'm kinda really sick of everyone talking about it. It really isn't that much fun anyway.

grrr.

So Lo, Mel, and I went shopping today so Lo could find a dress. Which she did, but didn't bring money for it.

sigh.

I wish I was insanely rich so I could buy all the pretty dresses for my friends. So I could just say "shut up, I'm buying it, and you're wearing it."

I'm really tired so I think that shall be all for today.

Birthday wishes

I always try not to expect much on my birthday, then i won't be disspaointed. But sometimes even when I don't expect much, dissapointment creeps up on me in surprising ways. I guess I have to learn to expect nothing. Then I will never be dissapointed. I hope I don't sound spoiled or anything, I love everything I received (Betsey Johnson purse! WOOOOO!). And I know that material things shouldn't matter, and they really don't, but I can't help but get a little upset about the absence of a present that should be there. It was just so surprising, so out of character...but that is why I have to learn to expect nothing.

This birthday was great in all aspects but two. One was the absent present that I am still wondering about. (I know I shouldn't let it bother me, just let it go, let it go.) The other is the fact that I am getting old. I know I sound ridiculous. 17 isn't old. But I still don't like it. I wish I was five again. But you can't always get what you want, or what you wish for.

Get down from your high horse

My internet has been a jerk the past few days so I haven't been able to post. Obviously.

Sound of Music had its final performance on Sunday.
Let us take a moment to rejoice...


*********YES!!!!*************

Ok, I feel better now. I can finally rest easy! I have time to do other things rather then sleep! I don't have to kiss anyone I don't want to! I don't have to wear those ugly/itchy/stupid costumes! I don't have to sing those idiot songs! I can go to track practice...oh wait. That isn't exciting. I am so far behind everyone. I am so out of shape. I came in last in my best race. Crap. And now I can't really use easter break to catch up BECAUSE (this leads me to my next point)

I have a breathing condition now! I beleive regular allergies mixed with all the crap I inhaled from tearing down the som set screwed up my lungs. I started wheezing Sunday night, at the cast party, and by noon the next day, I could hardly breathe. My mom could hear me breathing from the other end of the house. So I got some sleep and did the homework I had the books for. On Tuesday I was a little better but still really bad. I had to stop to catch my breath after going DOWN the stairs. I felt so pathetic. Really. But I tried to go to school. I figured, I only had two days before break anyway, I can make it. But I got in my car and took a deep breath, and then started to cry. So yeah, didn't make it to school. My mom took me to the docter and she said the condition I was in was pretty bad, and it wouldn't clear up on its own. So she gave me a breathing treatment at the office and perscribed an inhaler. All that made me breathe alot easier. So I went to school on Wednesday, hacking up a lung and armed with my new trusty inhaler. My friends asked me why I bothered to come on the last day of vacation. The answer: I have no effing idea. So anyway, the morning went along just peachy. I didn't die from lack of oxygen and I made up all the work I missed in my morning classes. Then geometry came. And this is where the title of the blog makes sense, in case you where wondering. In geometry they had a lesson on Monday, work on Tuesday, and where going to have a test on Wednesday. So I went up to my teacher to ask her what she wanted me to do since I didn't have my books home with me those two days, so I couldn't have done any of the work. And this is how thw convo went (My speech is the * and my teacher's is the #)
*what do you want me to do, since I was absent?
#(snotty) Oh, you're taking the test.
*But I didn't have my books with me, I don't even know what the lesson is on.
#(even more snot) Did you go to that cast party on Sunday?
*(thinks: so THATS what this is about) Yes, but that is not why I was absent. I was haveing trouble breathing and I had to go to the doct...
#Fine. I want ALL your homework on Monday then. ALL of it.
*(thinks: like I would only turn in some? Idiot)

Moral of the story: I hate when teachers get up on their high horses and act like they are god. (ok, that really isnt a moral, but whatever) Seriously get over yourself, its geometry. No one cares. And stop jumping to conclusions and throwing false accusations in my face. And why don't you stop and think about things before you get all huffy with me, hmmm? I didn't skip those days. Why would I? It makes NO sense to me. Why would I skip two of the three days before break and come back on the third so I have a ton of homework to make up over break? Does that make any sense to you? No. It makes no sense. Gah.