ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Education Dear Diary, Maybe now, the only time I'll be able to get on is at school because my stupid computer is not working. No cable connection, it's starting to piss me off. Anyways, I don't think I should be gripping about it because I'm on it now @ school. But, at least I'm on! Yeah! Anyways, life sucks as usual. I'm bored as hell. I can't stand school, and it's buggin' me like no other. I'm about to scream. But, if I do, the teacher will come over and start yelling at me, like always. Teachers have always hated me, no joke. I've always been the one the teachers were like 'oh, that bad apple' it wasn't like I was a trouble maker. *maybe it's because I'm asian, hahaha! jk, but you never know* But anyways, what I was talking about...I remember when I was younger the teacher use to yell at me because I talked to much. The hell with "I talked to much" shit. It's getting old. At some moments, I wasn't even the one talking and they still yelled at me! I don't know...probably just to yell at me. What is the point of all this education huba-juba stuff. I mean c'mon when I'm I EVER going to need to know what year the pioneers invaded Poland? (and for all those who don't know...I don't think pioneers invaded Poland). I don't know what I'm fretting about, maybe it's the fact that I left my pencil box at home with my purple folder and vocab book. I know those must be the stupidest complaints you've ever heard. *but hey, I've heard worst. Now, I've been on five minutes longer than I expected and it makes me mad. Because I have work to do on EXCEL and I have to be done sections 1 and 2 by next week. I haven't started. To get off or not go get off? That is the question. What do you think? Do you suppose I should get my glued eyes off this white box and stop typing about wasting time or do you think I should just keep at it? Well, damn. No one's going to answer me, I'm the only one who can do that. Obvouisly, since this isn't posted yet. But, hell, who cares? So, now I'm rambling on and on about absolutely nothing just to procastinate and escape the long and boring task of completeing my assignments. I could stare at a piece of shit longer than I can stare at that good for nothing, make me mad, ordinary, thing. *I was referring to the computer. For all of you out there, who are reading this, I'm sorry you got so far, because it's just going to get worst. I am going to end up rambling on and you are going to get bored and die. Oops. Sorry. With care, 10:58 a.m. - 2002-03-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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