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sigh.

May 27th, 2008 (10:27 pm)
discontent
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current location: computer.
current mood: discontent
current song: some Good Charlotte and some Simple Plan

so. it's been a while. I'm writing this because I don't want to write my Macbeth paper on paradoxes. besides, I left my backpack and other such things in my car and I don't want to go outside to get them. so the paper will probably be left unwritten. for now anyway. I'll make up an excuse for tomorrow and then get it done later. anyway. that's that.

and this is this. so today I was sick. really sick. I was very low on the functioning scale. stuffy, runny nose. non-functioning brains. scratchy throat. the whole shabang. so I stayed home from school. resting, reading, and taking medicine, eating soup. that stuff you do when you're sick. anyway, after school was done with my girlfriend came over to check on me. <3 she was on her way to the mall to check up on some jobs for which she had applied earlier in the week. she asked if I would like to come along, and at this point I was feeling pretty good. figured the sickness had sort of subsided. wrong. bad idea to go wandering about the world. when we got back to her house I was a wreck. so I went and slept for a few hours. then I woke up and had some dinner and then she brought me home. talked in the car for a while, and then I went inside. annnd got yelled at by my dad for spending time away from home when I was sick. "if you're too sick to go to school, you're too sick to go anywhere else." yadda yadda. fuck you dad, I'll do what I want. anyway, then comes 10 pm and he comes downstairs to get ready for bed. yells at me again for not being asleep. "you're sick you need to be in bed. no staying up till 11 or 12." yadda yadda. fuck you dad, I'll do what I want. yes I need rest. no I don't need to listen to you. then he got a phone call that, by the sound of his voice, he didn't like. he went upstairs with it, so I think it's probably something to do with his girlfriend. maybe this one also realized my dad isn't so great? whatever. he doesn't need to take it out on me. fuck you dad, I'm ready to get out of here.

so that's life. I should write this paper but I'm not going to. not feeling well and also just not in a very good mood anymore. I also should get a job.

yeah.

sigh.

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