Mason and I

Mason and I

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Day 53 of Boot Camp

This morning, I thought I smelled the fresh scent of snow. It was cold, too! Just not cold enough disappointingly...

Before I go on... I'd like to make a shout-out to Bram Stoker on his 165th birthday today.

HOW'S IT GOIN' BRAMMY??? MEETIN' SOME SEXY VAMPIRES WHEREVER YOU ARE?? LOVE YA!

:)

Today was okie-dokie. People behind the wheel on the road got me ticked off again....

I love it how people will be behind you, and I'm not driving the speed limit since we're not going that fast anyway, and that person will pass you up, cut in front of you, and have to slam on their brakes because they realize, "OH! This is the reason why the person I was behind was going so slow..."

Yea... Idiot.

When I got to school, everything was ordinary; except when my math teacher started yelling at one of the students. It wasn't because the teacher decided to turn into a total dick. It was because the student decided to act like one... She acted like a high schooler. She could have easily been one! She was doing the math problems incorrectly yet luckily getting the right answers. She'd ask for help from our math teacher on how she was able to get the right answers HER way but when she tried it another, she was getting them wrong. WELL, although she was smart enough to ask for assistance, she also was being a jerk and kept reminding the teacher that she got a couple other answers right by doing it HER way. It was completely off the subject and it was contradicting the effort of getting help. The teacher just left her and began scorning that if she would have read the book and done other sections as suggested, she would have known how to do the problems. All the student said back was, "I was just saying! It was a coincidence." Then, she left the classroom to God-knows-where.

In Italian, we learned some difficult stuff of course.

You know what I hate? I hate when we have to go up to the board, give some sort of example of stuff we have learned, trying to make it as accurate as possible, and if you get it WRONG, the teacher uses it as an example of what NOT to do... And, usually, the whole class knows who had done that exact mistake. How embarrassing...

Darn you teachers!!!

Just kidding. I'm a pretty big teachers pet...

Well! If you must know, my days are getting lonelier and lonelier... I'm fascinating over my Forever Husband, Johnny Depp to keep myself occupied while I rot on IMVU. I've deleted more people off of my Friends List because none of them take the time in talking to ME. Which is fine. They can suffer...

If any of you are on IMVU, you can freely add me or send me a message. If you do try and add me, I'll most likely message you asking where I know you from or "Sorry, I don't add random people" or even invite you for a chat! So be prepared. My username is ThePYT. I'll be looking forward to random requests :)

I got a letter from Mason this evening. He is doing expertly grand. I am terribly proud of him. I'm glad he is doing stuff to keep his mind busy instead of sitting around, wondering when he's going to see me. I mean, yea, he's thinking about me, yet he isn't melting into his own sorrows by not doing crap like I am.

Sometimes, I look in the mirror at myself and ask, "What the Hell are you doing with your life?"

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