January 26, 2012

Ya know, sometimes I just feel like saying "Ya know what, @#*% you!" And it's not just to one person or thing at a time, it's multiple. My dad said I had to ride the bus. THE FREAKING BUS!!!! Let me make this simple: I HATE RIDING THE DANG BUS!!! Why:

• I hate having to find a seat
• it's too loud
• it's too crowded
• It took 20 minutes to get home on the bus (I'm like what in THE HECK!!! I could have walked home and been home at the same time)

Seriously, I DON'T RIDE THE DANG BUS! SO HOW THE HECK WOULD I KNOW WHICH ONE TO GET ON!!! I guessed on a bus. It was the right one, but still, this is what I was thinking about the whole time:

Then my father made me miss out on an opportunity to gain service hours, when I need 10 more, so this is what I was thinking:

Yes, I'm having a bad week. The only silver lining I see is that I found some folders in my mom's room to store my poems and novel in, and I met Alex Fuller who has been working on a book of his own. He gave me a piece of advice on how to make writing easier.

AND Atlas members, there is such thing as being HUMBLE!!! Not to mention any names (Prosper, Jacquynn, Thomas, Jason, cough cough)

 

On a side note, I need to get the Senior Hyperion emails. Where y'all at, SENIORS!!! And also, NEVER (EVER EVER EVER EVVVVEEEERRR) share info about your secret crush with that person's best friend. She will torture you in a heartbeat.