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So I didn't realize the scores were so important to my loyal readers. (roffle.) It ended up we got second (going DOWN in score to a 90.something) to Old and Tangly, but there's still a chance to kick their arse at WGI, which we probably will. Anyway, so I have a nice shiny second place medal that's nicer than my MSBA one, haha. The only thing I'm really ticked off about is the fact that the judges must have been on crack-- the first score being so high, and the second score going down, damnit. Anyway.
So this morning I woke up from a craptacular dream and just did not want to go to school or even wake up. Yet I forced myself to anyway. I should have stayed in bed.
Boy, is it ever Monday. AutoCAD was hating it (2 computers not liking me) and I didn't feel good (I think all because of the dream... yeah, it was not fun, which is kind of funny, because I don't really have nightmares, it was just...emotional harassment, kind of.) and other things. So then I decided I wanted to get prom dress shopping overwith, and went to the mall. Bad idea, my sister came along. She pointed out dresses and complained when I didn't like them, and begged me to let her do my makeup. Jesus Christ, I'm already letting Alicia do my hair (*stabbity*), and seriously, the dresses are just SO boring/tacky. They're all pretty much solid colors with a few beads, at an exoribitant price. All the fun dresses were short, so I couldn't buy them for prom.
Oh, yeah, let me recall that I HATE DANCES. Say I buy a (cheaper) prom dress for...$100? OK, I'd rather use that money to go to King's Island (multiple tickets and even maybe FOOD or SOUVENIRS). For serious, I hate dances. FTS, dude.
And, oh yeah, to top it off, my mom shut the car door on my fingers. Tomorrow I will have three sausage-fingers. It's going to hurt.
LOL, I've been abused so much lately... my hand, Tyler smacking me in the eye with a mallet (thought I was gonna get a black eye outta that, but I didn't), etc.
Haha. All the pain but for some reason no bruises or scars, weird. =^n.n^=
Peace, love, and senioritis for school-skipping (likely I'm gonna do it this week, I feel like crap)!
(Oh, yeah, "Movin' Out" last night was pretty cool, SECOND ROW SEATS.)
So this morning I woke up from a craptacular dream and just did not want to go to school or even wake up. Yet I forced myself to anyway. I should have stayed in bed.
Boy, is it ever Monday. AutoCAD was hating it (2 computers not liking me) and I didn't feel good (I think all because of the dream... yeah, it was not fun, which is kind of funny, because I don't really have nightmares, it was just...emotional harassment, kind of.) and other things. So then I decided I wanted to get prom dress shopping overwith, and went to the mall. Bad idea, my sister came along. She pointed out dresses and complained when I didn't like them, and begged me to let her do my makeup. Jesus Christ, I'm already letting Alicia do my hair (*stabbity*), and seriously, the dresses are just SO boring/tacky. They're all pretty much solid colors with a few beads, at an exoribitant price. All the fun dresses were short, so I couldn't buy them for prom.
Oh, yeah, let me recall that I HATE DANCES. Say I buy a (cheaper) prom dress for...$100? OK, I'd rather use that money to go to King's Island (multiple tickets and even maybe FOOD or SOUVENIRS). For serious, I hate dances. FTS, dude.
And, oh yeah, to top it off, my mom shut the car door on my fingers. Tomorrow I will have three sausage-fingers. It's going to hurt.
LOL, I've been abused so much lately... my hand, Tyler smacking me in the eye with a mallet (thought I was gonna get a black eye outta that, but I didn't), etc.
Haha. All the pain but for some reason no bruises or scars, weird. =^n.n^=
Peace, love, and senioritis for school-skipping (likely I'm gonna do it this week, I feel like crap)!
(Oh, yeah, "Movin' Out" last night was pretty cool, SECOND ROW SEATS.)
