I don't own Degrassi. I've never met the people that own Degrassi. I'm sometimes ashamed of my own addiction to Degrassi. But damnit, I'll love it until I die. Title courtesy of Black Tape for a Blue Girl. Do visit their site at They're an awesome ethereal goth band.
Today was a total and complete disaster. Last night I got home late, so I couldn't do my homework. Of course, there was a pop-quiz in math, and of course, I failed. Wonderful. The only bright side about dad being away is that he won't have to know about it, and mom won't care.
Then at lunch, Paige spilled juice all over my shirt. Figures that I chose to wear white. It was bright purple, so it wouldn't come out, and I had to go to my interview that way. It least it was raining, so I had my raincoat on to cover it, but that's not a good first impression.
Totally bombed my interview. I smeared eyeliner all over my cheek, and my answers were about as brilliant and witty as those of a first grader. I'm sure I sounded like an idiot. There's no way I'll ever get the job now.
Mom was drunk again when I got home. It's hard to deal with. I went upstairs, and I hear her throwing up, and I just kind of lost it. I saw my compass on the floor, with it's nice, sharp, pointy end, and... But I won't do that again. I'm such an idiot. Who does that, really?
I'm such a loser. At least I have my friends, although Marco is preoccupied with Dylan, and Ash with Craig. But I don't deserve them anyway.
Ignore my whining. It's so not cool.
-Ellie [NoLabels]
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[enigmatic] Hey, thanks for critiquing my poem. I'm sure things will go better for you tomorrow!
