Mark Them With Your Living, And Mark Them With Your Dead

I'm sick of life.

I have a moster headache and my everything hurts. I know, I know, all i seem to do is whine and complain. But right now, I think that's allowed.

my allergies are acting up, and my eye itches like mad. Both my eyes are watery and bother hurt like a bitch.

I got up at 6 AM this morning, to my sister yelling because she just got up too. Now when I get home, she's gonna have a bitch fit and ruin my time home.

This morning, I was sick of life when I went to the News room to grab my crap for math. Z was handing out doughnuts, but (at first) I said I didn't want one. But when I left, I realized that the rest of my day would suck ass unless I did something. So I went back to News and grabbed a sprinkled doughnut.



I ended up staying until five minutes until I had to be in class (with undone math homework due), but I feel that if I hadn't stayed for that doughnut, I probably would've acted like a bitch the rest of the day.

Plus, I got some of the greatest good byes. M. "hugged" me to the door (hugged and walked me to the door) and when Haas gave me a jealous look, I told her she could have a hug, too. Then she and M. raced over to give me a hug and when Haas got there first, she's all like, "HA! I WIN!"

Coming back, coming back,
Live forever, live forever
Let's have a wedding, have a wedding
Let's start the killing, start the killing . . .

Sorry . . . random singing from A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN by Avenged Sevenfold. Woot.

But as the day went on, I felt like I was an outsider, watching everything happen around them, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

i'm off to print off my latest review.

~Jink