Yet Another English Class

Argh I can't wait till I'm done taking English. It's stressful. It demands perfection. It bites. This afternoon my class is from 3.30 till 5.35 and supposedly most of the work will be done online. I really hope she doesn't make us write an essay today in class like she did over the summer. Probably she will though. Oh well. And we'll have to read it out loud again. Fucking hell. I hate it!

New Semester Begins

For some reason I woke up around 3.30 am and just could not fall back asleep... so I just got up and said screw it.

I already ate my breakfast and have spent the last hour looking for ways to reduce comment/referrer spam on the new site. I'm very disappointed in my findings, heh.

Today I have a math class and an anthropology class and after 11 am I will be free for the day. Over the summer I passed the equivalent of an algebra II class (but it was the third time taking it), and now I'm taking a trigonometry class. Sounds like oodles of failing fun. I hope I'll do okay and not have to repeat the class next semester. It will be the second time I'm taking the anthro class because I was a dumbass and did not show up to class enough (not to mention the fact that the teacher doesn't use a book, so missing anything in the notes guarantees me a lower score on tests).

I'm gonna check some stuff about my online classes and then have some coffee. Good luck to me today, and for the rest of the semester as well.

Time to Bitch

At a moment like this, I'm so glad to have this blog to rant in. I'm working on another site with my boyfriend and he wants me to put google ads on the pages. It's really hard for me to be the person PUTTING ads on a page when I hate them to death. I realize other people wouldn't want to see them either. The only reason for the ads is for the measily revenue he'll get from them. Oh well.

Also, tomorrow morning I have to get up at 6 am because on Monday school starts again. Gotta get back into that wretched school-sleep cycle again. ARGH. So, tomorrow me and Garrett (my boyfriend, I'll use his name here since he's supposedly not reading this) are going out to eat breakfast, or are supposed to - I told him I didn't wanna go to breakfast, really, because I'm trying to lose weight. Eating at home makes it so much easier to eat right. So, I'm kinda mad that he'll probably wanna go eat anyways. I should totally refuse to eat and just sit there with my coffee waiting for him to finish. Just cuz he wants to eat out doesn't mean I have to put my weight loss on hold or spend more money than necessary.

Ah, and in one of my bank accounts I had 1100 bux about two weeks ago, and since then I've managed to spend half of that. I'm so pissed. Before I met him I never spent that much money. We don't have to be doing something every second of the day. And what is wrong with simply walking, as time killing? I mean, movies and eating out and buying video games aren't all there is to life, and they are really fucking expensive.

I hate the fact that we hate each other's houses. He can't come over because he's allergic to my cat and I don't like going to his house cuz it's just uncomfortable as hell. Going and chilling at a park isn't really an option in this August heat. I WANT IT TO BE WINTER ALREADY SO WE CAN ACTUALLY USE OUR DISNEYLAND PASSES AGAIN.

WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE!!!!

By the way, I have this new blog I called mythreefeet because I really need my three feet of personal space (somewhere I heard that psychologists recommend everyone have that amount of space to themselves, and I think it's probably a damn good idea). I gave him the link to my other blog -- also current but I hardly write in it anymore -- and since I witnessed the fights that arise between us about the stuff I'd write, I have quit ranting about the quirks in our relationship there. I don't want to release tension when it will only bring MORE tension. That will get me nowhere.

I'm gonna feel like shit when I get back home tonight.