2/7/08

I had a decent entry written out, but when I hit save, explorer  crapped out and lost my page.  Damn explorer.  Now y’all get a crappy bullet entry for the sake of emptying my head.

• Got a 93 on my first math test.
• Had a history exam today.  Damn prof said he was giving my test last so I couldn’t finish first.  How dare you challange me?  I was first.  Done in just over 10 mins.  Haha.  See what happens when youthink I can’t do something.  Fucker.  Oh, and he whispered in my ear that I was going to fast like halfway through my test.  WTF???  Seriously, don’t you have something better to do than watch me fill in bubbles?
• I dropped art.  I couldnt take the man in the pink dress anymore.  Its too fucking weird.  And I was bored out of my mind.  I don’t want to be told what I see in a piece of art.  Moron.
• Brandy said I dropped because I wasn’t being paid attention to by him.
• My Doll said she will grow up to be the big boss.  Not sure what that means, but world domination is a scary possability.
• A&P exam kicked my ass today.  I fucking hate doing hormones.  They suck.  That was just lab today.  Lecture is Tuesday.  I’ll have to find time to study soon.  Prof made faces at me during the text.  And stuck his tougne out at me.  Ass.  Its hard to get a good grade when you are laughing.  I think I did pretty good.  I’ll know next week.
• One of the ladies at work is in the hospital with pnemonia.  I swear she weighs like 90 lbs with a 10 lb dumbell in her pocket.   I’m working for her all weekend.  Suck ass.
• This time’s monthly monster has been very bad.  I think I’m going to talk to my doc about birth control.  Each month its getting worse.  And the mood swings really suck.  There has to be something that can be done for me.
• I got my prewriting approved in retard writing.  I’ll have to sit down and make my outline next.  I’m tired of homework.
• DAmn, Drangon Tales went off.  Its time for bed.  I need sleep.
• My knee is the size of a basketball.  I twisted it at work last week.  Fucking Whataburger.  Guess I’ll go prop it up now.
• Nite.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.