In Which Claudia Continues Whining.
Aug. 28th, 2003 10:01 amI feel illogically discontented.
...I just DON'T feel like BSing my way through schoolwork at the moment. But I must.
I feel like doing more psychoanalysis on myself, but simply don't have the time. Instead I pray that insulting the biographers doesn't get too many points off on my schoolwork, and continue trying to accomplish something. I should really not be doing work in this mood, but am anyway.
I don't particularly want to go to show band today. I really don't want to deal with people I don't know, don't like, don't fit into my tiny circle of people I always can get along with. I don't feel like being friendly, don't feel like having to sit next to Brendan Hennessy for four hours.
(On a side note, I really dislike that child. Although he's no longer being such an asshole to me as he used to be, he's still exceedingly loud and annoying. He's like my little brother--I am minding my own business, trying to get something accomplished, and there's this loud, grating voice babbling nonsense as background noise, except too far into the bloody foreground to be ignored. Also, he apparently has no concept of personal space, considering he was playing with the things on my stand yesterday until I ordered him to knock it off. Constant irritation.)
*BSes way through schoolwork* I dun wanna do this... where's Thalia when you need her? She's said she's the queen of BSing her way through work. I need lessons.
I really, really wanna psychoanalyze at the moment...
*finishes entry before she starts rambling endlessly, and puts it on her really long "to do when done with bloody schoolwork" list*
-Claudia
...I just DON'T feel like BSing my way through schoolwork at the moment. But I must.
I feel like doing more psychoanalysis on myself, but simply don't have the time. Instead I pray that insulting the biographers doesn't get too many points off on my schoolwork, and continue trying to accomplish something. I should really not be doing work in this mood, but am anyway.
I don't particularly want to go to show band today. I really don't want to deal with people I don't know, don't like, don't fit into my tiny circle of people I always can get along with. I don't feel like being friendly, don't feel like having to sit next to Brendan Hennessy for four hours.
(On a side note, I really dislike that child. Although he's no longer being such an asshole to me as he used to be, he's still exceedingly loud and annoying. He's like my little brother--I am minding my own business, trying to get something accomplished, and there's this loud, grating voice babbling nonsense as background noise, except too far into the bloody foreground to be ignored. Also, he apparently has no concept of personal space, considering he was playing with the things on my stand yesterday until I ordered him to knock it off. Constant irritation.)
*BSes way through schoolwork* I dun wanna do this... where's Thalia when you need her? She's said she's the queen of BSing her way through work. I need lessons.
I really, really wanna psychoanalyze at the moment...
*finishes entry before she starts rambling endlessly, and puts it on her really long "to do when done with bloody schoolwork" list*
-Claudia