ughhh my history essay has a LOT of words in it and i don't feel anywhere close to finishing. i am spending WAY too much time on this. for all this work i could've just read stuff up to 1917, and done an easier question. i just keep thinking of new angles. this is very bad. i'm just all confused now.
isn't it sad about brad and jen? they were the last high-profile ones i had hope for. hollywood is a v bad place.
and i have a big bump on my head! my brother was irritating me this morning by talking nonstop, and he tried to flick my cheek or something, and i tried to duck except i was unfortunately walking past the large wooden bookcase outside my room and i bumped forehead-first into the edge. onto the edge. thus: painful bump on forehead, and in case anybody's wondering my brother got a tight slap for that (not on his face because that's too teary-drama-queen but somewhere near his shoulder) and he got minorly scolded by the 'rents, probably because they sadistically found it more funny than anything else. my dad did rub my forehead hard for me though, to disperse the swollen-ness or something. helped a little.
ugh and because of essay i couldn't go out today. ok more because some friend of my dad's came over for lunch and by the time he left there wasn't any time because at 630 my parents are going out for some dinner party. as in, cos i wanted to go with my mom. my brother's finished his homework and gone off somewhere with his friend. but i have decided i will FINISH the damn essay by the time my parents leave, and then go for a run or something. yes. healthy.
maybe i'll just not watch meet the fockers, and instead wait for elektra and watch it after sat2s or something. yay! a nice thought, finally.
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