Ugh. Schoolwork sucks, man. ... What's that? Where's that new layout I've been working on, you say? Oh. Yeah. Three words: project for Lifsey. It's way more involved than I thought it would be, so I've been working on it every night since Saturday. I haven't even been able to get online for the past two days. On the bright side, Lifsey always lets us use his computers during class, and this connection is
way faster than my dial-up at home. Except for his lack of actual instruction, Lifsey's pretty cool. The work isn't hard (for the people who actually
do it, anyway).
Hmm. Sunday was
Choi's birthday. I meant to write her a card, but my post-it brain was stressing over my model. Must work on memory. Monday was... well, Monday. We need new question sets for It's Ac, though. I'm starting to recognize some of the questions, so it's not really fair. There were lots of lit questions, though. Which I loved, because it makes me look like a supergenius. Bwah ha ha. Behold my awesome power of knowing authors and their works and how to spell almost anything! xD
I had fully intended to start gluing my model last night, but no such luck. So many doors and windows, and my perfectionism doesn't help. The walls won't fit together if they're not all right angles, so picture me with an exacto knife and a big slab of white foam, shifting my ruler so the lines match up
just right. Sigh. Perfectionism sucks sometimes. I'm more likely to get an A, but still. Is my sanity worth it?
Speaking of sanity, I was telling Mark in third that I am bound to lose mine by roughly Saturday afternoon. My parents' anniversary is tomorrow, so they've gone to Atlantic City. Twenty-one years. Whoa. That's a
long time. Anyway, that leaves me at home with the rugrats until Friday afternoon. Lord. Murder is still illegal, right? (Kidding, kidding. They can be okay sometimes -- but not often.) I have to do everything I normally do, and also clean up, make dinner (I use the word "make" very loosely here), put the rugrats to bed, help them with their homework, and wake them up in the morning. Can't they just get alarm clocks? I mean, I know Ryan's only seven, but you have to learn to tell time sometime, right?
Other things that are testing my sanity: end of quarter at school (tests, projects, regular homework, grr). Not being able to go to It's Ac this afternoon (I
really hope they switch pizza day to tomorrow, 'cause my grandfather can't pick me up today). AP exam and the review with Mrs. Anderson (and I used to think I was a good essay writer...). SAT on Saturday morning (ack!). I know, I know, I freak out like this every other month or so, totally convinced that
this time, everything will fail. I'll forget an important assignment, or go blank on a test, or wake up too late to get to my bus, even if I rush, or something horrible like that. But that's sort of who I am. If I relaxed, I'd be a totally different person. And I can think of several people who like me just like this, all crazy and sort of uptight and too smart to be reasonable and what have you. Yup. Oops. Bell. Must dash. Ttfn.
