Here is my last post, which I didn't actually post due to issues of apathy.
Deprivation Week; Day Five
Today is officially the day when I am fed up. I'm sick of people being scattier than me, I'm sick of them mistaking days and screwing up and changin minds. It's taken eight days of classes, but I'm sick of school as well. I'm sick of sitting through eighty minutes of grammar every day, of trying to relearn the preterite and imperfect tenses in Spanish and sick to death of all the stupid people that surround me. I'm sick of not drinking coffee and not writing on my laptop and not distracting myself with audiobooks and movies. I know that's petty and stupid, but I don't care. I'm going to pick up soy milk on the way home and comfort myself with chocolate-banana pancakes for dinner.
I have this friend, and for the sake of this, we'll call her Norma. I assure you that this is in no way even remotely close to her real name. *cough, liar, cough* ANYWAYS, Norma is my age, but partially deaf so she often talks really loudly, like your grandmother does. And she always thinks I'm funniest when I'm in a horrible mood and being a complete bitch. Like the time that we were walking to her house to get something and she was being so loud and in my bubble that I had her walk on the other side of the quiet suburban street. She's killing herself laughing as she steps closer and closer until I can push her away, pointing to the other side of the street, yelling 'Back, back!', pissed off and laughing. Sometimes, I need friends to get out of a mood like this.
I have another post to type in, but I'll have to do that tonight, because my fingers are freezing off and I have to leave for school. Adios~!
