I bailed from history class after break. Too tired and unfocused to deal with it and I didn't feel like writing the entire time trying to take notes about everything he says. The man expects us to know Everything he says in class.
*sigh* That's all. Still nothing from Luke, Jason, or Jo about someone to hook up with.
My parents are freakin' HYPOCRITES!
May they rot in the hell they fear so much.
(As a side note for you jesus freaks, hell, to me, is a state of mind)
Why do I let people talk me into things when I know I'm not ready?
There are so many other things I would prefer to be doing right now other than school. Writing, for one. A job, for two. Programming, for three. I'm not ready for college yet, and I realized that when I started... yet I let my sister and anyone else that had a hand in the matter talk me into going. All I wanted to do is live fairly care free for a year (until I'm 18) and now I've allotted half that time to this semester of college.
This is so Wrong >_< Won't someone hold me, and help me make it through this semester? I don't have anyone...