Wargh. . . tired. I slept for three hours before the stupid fire alarm
rang, and continued ringing for what, the next two hours? I could tell
those in my block were having severe insomniac issues because of this.
*yawns* Here's chappie 9. *drops off halfway, snoring*
English Essay: Why friendships matter to you
Firstly, I'd like to say that I think friendships are very important in our daily lives. In fact, I'm feeling very confused about my social circle currently. Let's see. A quiet antisocialist recently-turned-Oprah-advice- giver, a skateboarder/slacker (you mean there's a difference??), a fuzzy teleporter, a carnivorous meat pie-making psychic, a guy who has to wear sunglasses practically 24/7, and another guy who's responsible for causing all the earthquakes Bayville has experienced in the recent months (aka my boyfriend who has also incidentally gone bonkers).
I hate my life. Not only do I have to rush this because I'm technically a straight A student by nature, I have to cope with the unending stress of facing lunatics every day. Oh, I almost forgot. I have to hide razors from a guy with adamantine claws and super-smell senses, that might shave my pet kitten bare at the first chance he gets.
The biggest stress factor now is the guy issue. I mean, WHO CARES? I'm going crazy with the Lance thing, which incidentally I thought was coming to an end, AND NOW HE HAS TO PULL THIS ON ME???? I have this bad feeling that this rivalry thing isn't going to end anytime soon (oh, I don't know, maybe in twenty years or so. Not as morbid as it sounds.), and my very own portable easy-maintenance Oprah Winfrey has decided to *help* me by making the situation worse.
So, _why_ do friendships matter to me? I'm not sure. My life being a bed of roses right now, is looking pretty good. Forget about the carnivorous psychic /mental I'm living with, and the fact that my boyfriend has become a green-eyed monster (isn't that such a cute expression?), and that he can't get over the fact that I likED someone else previously. What's up with that? Should I actually go on one of those talk shows where a heavily dolled up feminist pats you on the back consolingly, while the audience sheds tears on my sad situation? Would that -
I just realized I can't hand this up. Unless I cancel out the parts about the x men, Lance, and all the parts that have nothing to do with friendship whatsoever. Which only leaves me with the first line of my essay, actually.
I'm going to fail this.
Tbc [A/n: sorry this chap is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.]
English Essay: Why friendships matter to you
Firstly, I'd like to say that I think friendships are very important in our daily lives. In fact, I'm feeling very confused about my social circle currently. Let's see. A quiet antisocialist recently-turned-Oprah-advice- giver, a skateboarder/slacker (you mean there's a difference??), a fuzzy teleporter, a carnivorous meat pie-making psychic, a guy who has to wear sunglasses practically 24/7, and another guy who's responsible for causing all the earthquakes Bayville has experienced in the recent months (aka my boyfriend who has also incidentally gone bonkers).
I hate my life. Not only do I have to rush this because I'm technically a straight A student by nature, I have to cope with the unending stress of facing lunatics every day. Oh, I almost forgot. I have to hide razors from a guy with adamantine claws and super-smell senses, that might shave my pet kitten bare at the first chance he gets.
The biggest stress factor now is the guy issue. I mean, WHO CARES? I'm going crazy with the Lance thing, which incidentally I thought was coming to an end, AND NOW HE HAS TO PULL THIS ON ME???? I have this bad feeling that this rivalry thing isn't going to end anytime soon (oh, I don't know, maybe in twenty years or so. Not as morbid as it sounds.), and my very own portable easy-maintenance Oprah Winfrey has decided to *help* me by making the situation worse.
So, _why_ do friendships matter to me? I'm not sure. My life being a bed of roses right now, is looking pretty good. Forget about the carnivorous psychic /mental I'm living with, and the fact that my boyfriend has become a green-eyed monster (isn't that such a cute expression?), and that he can't get over the fact that I likED someone else previously. What's up with that? Should I actually go on one of those talk shows where a heavily dolled up feminist pats you on the back consolingly, while the audience sheds tears on my sad situation? Would that -
I just realized I can't hand this up. Unless I cancel out the parts about the x men, Lance, and all the parts that have nothing to do with friendship whatsoever. Which only leaves me with the first line of my essay, actually.
I'm going to fail this.
Tbc [A/n: sorry this chap is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.]