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That's how it was spelled in some book her mom read or something. You know how it is when you're annoyed with someone and you find everything about them annoying to you? The spelling of her name was one of those things.

Senior year, I took 5 AP classes (dropped down to 4) along with Spanish and yearbook. The only class that was painful was calc, but I ended up dropping it and it was only painful once I stopped doing the work. Towards the end of the year, I stopped doing the work in almost all of my classes. I didn't even do my final project for yearbook or physics. I still got an A in yearbook. That class was the greatest thing in my senior year; every day, I'd look forward to that class more than any other; granted, it was my easiest class, but I loved it (except when Meghann was getting on my nerves like crazy. Then it was painful at points.)

I probably still would have posted the cats. I didn't even think of how the days were a crazy spamfest until I looked at post count (other people had referenced the 6ks, so I looked out of curiosity). I just decided I'd make people annoyed by posting kittens instead of posting life text blobs.

Yeah, the apples. I have to remember to complain to my speech teacher about my exam score. He jipped me out of points; I don't think he actually went back through and gave me my points in the written section. He isn't understanding of anything. When we had our group speech, minecraft and beer girl was "dropping the class" (she hasn't shown in a while, but she never officially dropped) and he told us to deal with it. Yeah, we ended up facebooking her and hearing her BS excuses for a couple hours before she told us she actually didn't care.

I've been good at random page gets the last couple days, so many gets were gotten by cats and kittens. I've increased my post count quite quickly here, it's weird.

My outline is going to look like crap, but my last speech critique did too. I don't care how badly I use the English language on paper for that class though; the professor is Chinese and makes grammatical mistakes every day, in the notes and in speech. Oh, the irony.

Oh, the sources won't take me long to cite, the professor told us to use the formatting within Word to do them. Every other teacher or professor I've ever had has told us to make our own, using formatting rules. I had a whole textbook on citations for that English course I just finished, and the bat-crazy lady thought we were actually going from the book to make our citations.

I don't get speech anxiety when I have a speech. I'm only about halfway done outlining my speech, which means I don't know the information, I don't have a powerpoint yet, and I don't have sources cited. I give the speech at 9 AM today technically, and I'm first: not only first of the day, but first to give my 6-8 minute informative speech. It's a terrible situation, and most of it is because of the position I put myself in by procrastinating.

It's the speech, homesickness, and sadness due to the bleak outlook of Halloween weekend. Also, it's midnight, and all these problems are worse at midnight. Every problem gets worse closer to bed.

A grilled cheese sandwich, good ones use gobs of butter so they cook well. Oh! Last night, when Jessie had a grilled cheese, she was talking about making them the quick way with toast. Reminded me of Dax's toasted cheese sammiches constantly being discussed here, made me feel aged.

Napalm and Monk have the same number of posts. That's so weird.

Last kitty.

I wish I could skip tomorrow and go do my speech just fine on Friday, but this is life and I can't do that.

I hate that feeling of "I have to do this myself, nobody else is going to magically take over my body and do it for me". Stupid reality. I want to sleep through the next two days and have magic fix everything. I feel like I'm two years old, wanting so much.

I think I need a hug, but I'd rather have someone beat me up.

I said I'd quit midnight my time. It's not much longer, and I shouldn't be here posting anyway. I should be doing my speech. Do you ever get that feeling that when life isn't going your way, you might as well make it harder for yourself? It doesn't make sense, but that's what I get. Right now, I don't want my responsibilities or emotions, so I'm making it harder for myself.

It's not midnight where I am.

[hide=Typical rant] I wish I had that problem. I have a speech to write now, not going well. I put it off way too long and forgot I also have to make a powerpoint for it. Plus, I'm in a bad mood now and hate the next two days already. I just wanna go home, where I can be with my cat since mom will be working and Cyndi will be with her boyfriend. And then my hopes and dreams of the next weekend being great have been semi-crushed since, of course, Cyndi works a ton. Being logical and basing off how she was last time I was home, she'll probably think "screw sleep, Emily's home" and actually hang out, but she works 12 hours on Saturday and it'll depend on her mood if she'll do anything. Hopefully she doesn't work that Sunday, or that's a definite deal breaker for her to be around. Whatever. I wanted to say "too bad you spend all your weekends off with your boyfriend and I've been second social priority since his existence", but me and her haven't fought since August and I'd like to keep it that way. Their relationship still bothers me, without a doubt; lately, her facebook updates have been unreadable because they're all about him. Jesus Christ, if someone doesn't know you're dating him by now and that you LOVE HIM WITH ALL YOUR HEART then they DO NOT CARE. And, if he cared that you posted all those things, he'd like them or become a pathetic mushball on there too. Seriously, grow up. I was stalking a relationship we make fun of together and they're the same way. She thinks she's better than them. WTF. Some days, I wish he'd think "I'm in college and my girlfriend talks to me like we're middle schoolers" and dump her. She'd come to me for help, no doubt, and I'd hope she'd see all she put me through during their existence and apologize for once. I'm the one who apologizes, and I apologize for fighting back because I have no backbone, no dignity, and no balls to change myself. Without him, she'll end up on the same level. I even have more friends than her; she's isolated herself so badly. But of course, that probably won't happen. He'll be around during the same holidays, and I'll end up being treated like crap, because that's what everyone else means to her in comparison to him: crap. It's too bad I'm not appealing to males and don't have enough self-confidence to work on that. [/hide] [hide=Cat][/hide]

I think I'm gonna go decorate the hall. Kbai for a bit

SHE COLD, OVER FREEZE, I GOT THAT GIRL FROM OVERSEAS

Napalm? Sleeping? What is this.

D'AWWWWW

I like the red one better.