My knee is deciding to give out on me. I'm thinking it's having to do something with my experience in track my 7th grade year. Long story short, I screwed up my knee, hence the reason why it's acting up. Needless to say, I've been limping, and making people feel sorry for me with my periodic comments about it. Yes, I'm a wimp. Yes, I'm fishing for "I'm sorry-s" and "Poor You" looks, but sometimes, it just happens, and it kind of stinks. I'll get over it by tomorrow when it doesn't hurt. Cross your fingers. Or just buy me some Advil.
Warby decided to get weird with us in choir today. I'm pretty sure teachers aren't supposed to talk to their classes like she did today. . . . Then again, Warby doesn't give a crap about what she says and does, which makes her one of the best teachers ever. Needless to say, nobody in that class needed the image we got today.
I still have yet to write my paragraphs for my ABC book in English on The Scarlet Letter. It shouldn't be hard, but really, it could get hard really fast. My creative juices have evaporated from my mind this year, and the fact that I need those juices to flow for this thing that is due tomorrow, worth 250 points, and goes on 1st term that ends, oh, on Friday. It causes me anxiety, and if you know me at all, I have the worst anxiety. I psych myself out.
Speaking of psych. I love that show! It's hilarious- it's what I'll be doing this weekend. Come join me if you wish. I'm always up for a party.
Also, in other news, I have my dress for Preference:
I still haven't talked to the Preference date, though. . . I wimp out every time! I'm making too big of a deal out of it, and everybody agrees with me. People, as in everybody because I spread my life's story like wildfire, ask me if I talked to him yet. My reply is always a no, and their response is always, "SIDNEY!" I can probably guess that was your response, too. My problem is just that when I see him, my knees go out (not because of the previous said symptom) and I can't walk, I start sweating, my thoughts become completely jumbled and the possibility to form a complete and comprehensive sentence is completely and utterly impossible. That happened to me today, and I just kept repeating, "I can't, I can't, I can't" like I was some insane asylum patient. My friend, Branden, asked me what I was going to do when I had to go pick him up. At his house. I said I'd probably pee my pants. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow, though. It's really not that big of a deal. I need to suck it up, and stop being so self-conscience about what he thinks of me.
That's the goal, and I probably won't be able to live with myself if I leave school without talking to him tomorrow. Pray for me.
Warby decided to get weird with us in choir today. I'm pretty sure teachers aren't supposed to talk to their classes like she did today. . . . Then again, Warby doesn't give a crap about what she says and does, which makes her one of the best teachers ever. Needless to say, nobody in that class needed the image we got today.
I still have yet to write my paragraphs for my ABC book in English on The Scarlet Letter. It shouldn't be hard, but really, it could get hard really fast. My creative juices have evaporated from my mind this year, and the fact that I need those juices to flow for this thing that is due tomorrow, worth 250 points, and goes on 1st term that ends, oh, on Friday. It causes me anxiety, and if you know me at all, I have the worst anxiety. I psych myself out.
Speaking of psych. I love that show! It's hilarious- it's what I'll be doing this weekend. Come join me if you wish. I'm always up for a party.
Also, in other news, I have my dress for Preference:
I still haven't talked to the Preference date, though. . . I wimp out every time! I'm making too big of a deal out of it, and everybody agrees with me. People, as in everybody because I spread my life's story like wildfire, ask me if I talked to him yet. My reply is always a no, and their response is always, "SIDNEY!" I can probably guess that was your response, too. My problem is just that when I see him, my knees go out (not because of the previous said symptom) and I can't walk, I start sweating, my thoughts become completely jumbled and the possibility to form a complete and comprehensive sentence is completely and utterly impossible. That happened to me today, and I just kept repeating, "I can't, I can't, I can't" like I was some insane asylum patient. My friend, Branden, asked me what I was going to do when I had to go pick him up. At his house. I said I'd probably pee my pants. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow, though. It's really not that big of a deal. I need to suck it up, and stop being so self-conscience about what he thinks of me.
That's the goal, and I probably won't be able to live with myself if I leave school without talking to him tomorrow. Pray for me.
gorgeous dress!! i LOVE that color!
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Thank you!! His name is Mitchell? Haha, he's a Junior. It definitely should be fun. :)
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