Biannual Contests
Video: could not find a way to upload it. The formating is... "unrecognizeable"Writing Conference: Mom wrote down as the wrong day. I love her anyway. ;D
My Absence: Ugh. There must be a better reason other than school... and my brother...
School: Ongoing.
The Feedback my beta buddies are waiting for: is coming. Really. It is. After my brother's graduation.
I wrote a chapter while spending about 70 hours in the car last week. "A" as in "one". Real productive, right?As I told Andrea earlier this week, I feel like one of those tar-looking balls in the gulf. Out of place and generally sinful/unworthy/cruddy, mostly because of all the recognition my brother's getting for his work.
Oh, and that slap on the face Sunday. Missing out on the Writer's Circle dinner in order to attend my brother's award ceremony- in short, I'm just really bitter. Really bitter.
On a happier note, I had the urge to drop all my AP courses, enroll in choir and beginning dance, and considered that getting all B's in my classes might not be such a crime. *awkward cough* That was a fleeting one.
4 comments:
Oh, dear. I like your last plan.
-ponders-
Next year is going to kick my butt.
School is obnoxious.
Tar balls are horribly sucky. Stupid oil spill. Your time will come. The oil balls are completely unwanted. You, m'dear, are not.
Stop that! You are not a tar ball!
Things will get better. The see saw is down, and it'll come up, trust me!
I agree with Lydia, You are not a tar ball.
Sending you hugs that things get better soon.:)
Thanks so much! I certain hope so... :8)
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