warning: complainyness ahead

[mood: i don't even know. i'm feeling five things at once here]
[music: some song on the radio by Twista (who requests this crap?)]

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
That is the scream I cannot utter. I have to wait until i'm alone, which will be awhile. Tonight, i had a driving lesson and it was horrible. I had to drive for two hours because Sara forgot her permit and i made so many mistakes. It was scary because I hadn't driven in town at night yet so this was my first time doing that. And I don't know why, but i just wasn't concentrating very well. I think i'm tired from the week because i didn't sleep good one or two nights this week and today we had the SADD conference, which was fun, but tiring. Anyway, Leanne asked me tonight if i have a fear of other cars hitting me and i realized that i really do. Like, i'm really scared that i'm going to get in a car accident, and it doesn't help when i'm driving with my mom and she flips out at half the things i do. I don't mean she yells at me, she just screams all of a sudden, "watch out for the pedestrian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" when i saw the pedestrian perfectly clearly and was planning to stop, but that makes me jump out of my skin. I hate it so much when she does that. I like driving with Leanne so much better because she never freaks out and she's always calm. Of course, she has a brake on her side of the car...
Anyway, i'm also kind of pissed at my dad. I almost started crying when i got home from the combination of being tired and from my horrible driving lesson and also because i told mom a bit about what was bothering me with dad in the car on the way home, and just everything was kind of bubbling to the surface and i almost got overwhelmed with wanting to cry.
But anyway, when i got home, i wrote a letter to my dad which i'm not going to give to him; i just needed to write everything down and get it off my chest. I'm not going to copy out the letter here, seeing as it's two pages long, but it's basically about the fact that i feel like he doesn't respect my opinion on anything. I don't know if that's actually true, but that's how i feel and i think some of the ppl in the band would probably agree with me if i asked them. Writing a letter that you never plan to give the person is really good to help you feel better because you can say anything and you don't have to worry about hurting the person. So after writing that and watching The Gilmore Girls, i felt better. But i still had to rant about other stuff. Sorry about the long complainyness.

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[mood: groggy]
[music: Only in Dreams- Weezer]
[quote of the day: "I was the world's leading surgeon and genetic engineer; I had secret contracts with the Pentagon, Apple, and Mattel." -Glenn Close in The Stepford Wives]

Tonight I am at home, working on our french project, and of course, slacking off by writing in my blog. I was so drained, from what I don't know, that I didn't want to do anything tonight except sleep. Beth and Sherry are at a dance at the Wave, but I didn't want to go to that anyway. Drunken 24-year-old university guys creep me out just a touch. Although there's nothing wrong with being drunk when you're 24, it's just that I'm not really in the mood I guess.
Anyway, so I'm trying to get the script done for our french project, when really I don't know if I'm supposed to be writing more, because I don't know how long it's gonna be when it's acted out. And I don't know what "sit up" is in french. And i have to get up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning to go to Rachel's to work on said french project, so unless I go to bed like now, I'm gonna be drained again tomorrow. At least I'm going shopping tomorrow! Woot! Christmas is in 35 days, as katie informed me twice today. So I just have to figure out what to get everyone.

pyjama song

Here is a song I wrote the other night as I was studying:

Pyjamas are cool
They're great to wear to school
When studying for dumb exams
It's great to have those comfy pants
Pyjamas are so cool.

Pyjamas are cool
When you feel like a fool
Functions and maps can make you cry
Especially when you're sleep deprived
Pyjamas really rule.

Such talent I have. I have a third verse half-written, but I'm not going to include it since I can't think of any more adjectives for pyjamas that end in "ool."
I wrote my history exam yesterday, then this morning as i woke up, i was struck with the realization that I never wrote down the definition for Edict of Nantes. I was going to come back to it, but then I forgot to. It's weird that that hit me 16 hours later.
Two down, one to go!

I love candy...

and blankets. It's flipping cold out for the first of November, considering it was nice out yesterday. Except for the rain as we were walking through the streets. And the wind that practically blew katie over. And the GIANT puddle that I stepped in because it was dark out. It scared the shit out of me, man.
But other than scary puddles, halloween was awesome. Uncreative me, i went as a hippie. But at least i was warm in my hippie hat with my buttons on them. And i had the glowy glasses that added an element of weirdness to my costume. I should have done what dave did and bought a mask at shoppers and been an alien hippie. That would have been cool.
I love that i spontaneously burst into song when i'm with katie and amanda and katrina. We're just walking down the street and all of a sudden someone's like, "let's sing christmas carols!" So we did, of course. What we looked like could have been the start of a bad joke:
"So a punk, a hippie, a cheetah, Barbie, and a bubble bath walk down the street singing 'Deck the Halls', right...."
That makes me laugh just reading over it again.
I guess I should go study for exams now. Seven days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe it. They really sneak up on ya. But tomorrow I can wear my new shirt from value village, the best place on earth. Well, the best clothing store around.
Anyway, I'm off to review my popes and kings. Gotta love history.