Every time I become really happy (as in genuinely happy) I get bitch-slapped by fate. Today was a perfect example:
History and Japanese were the same old song today, but Physics was more enjoyable than usual. I sat with Lauren K., Cassandra, and Jaron; we talked about getting drunk, boys from Thunder From Downunder and their bikini lines, Sean being more like an "Ashley," and general goodness that left me cracking up on the desktop. All while trying to work on homework.
All day I had been taking pictures of people so I could paint their portraits for my AP Studio concentration segment.
Lunch was crap when our table was taken over by the Yu-gi-oh freaks. Idiots.
In art... well, I got the brush-off from Mike, and that severely brought down my mood. As in me completely collapsed into my chair attempting to assume the fetal position without tipping over my seat. Yeah, my ban on bi-guys isn't doing shit.
Came home feeling rather shite. Especially after finding out that my slides won't be in until Thursday, so I don't get to prepare as well for my slide-presentation on that day. Hopefully we'll be behind a day or two so I could incorporate the new slides into my presentation. I fell asleep, and missed half of Buffy.
I came downstairs and noticed that my grandma was being rather quite. Then she told me: "Your mom's dad died."
It's rather shite to be alive.
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