It’s been such an exciting week around here… Not.

I took a Math test on Wednesday, and I am so absolutly positive I failed. I spent an hour and a half doing 12 math problems, and about half of them came out with “no solution” for me. There is no way my teacher put that many unanswerable questions on the test. Maybe one problem. Not six.

And I don’t understand why I don’t understand it. I mean, I do understand it, but I do so horribly on the tests. I did all the homework, and did great on them. I had no problem doing the problems in class, but give me a little pressure, and I cave like a wet cardboard box. It’s just so frustrating, because I really want to do well, and I just feel horrible when I know I did badly.

Aside from my mathmatical problems, schools going eh (please imaging that with a shoulder shrug done by a goth-punk fifteen year old, as when asked the same question by a parent.) I have the equivelent of an essay due a week for the rest of the semester. Oh, boy am I looking forward to writing those.

Apparently I was wrong about the California essay. I get to throw out all my research, which is great, since I hadn’t read any of it yet. I’m writing an essay that evaluates an essay in the book. I missed the mark entirely, which for once is a good thing. Especially since the essay is due on Saturday at midnight. Which, in its self is probably a good thing, because I wouldn’t want to write an essay Wednesday night, and then again Thursday night, since I have another essay due next week. On poetry. I suppose I had better pick the poems.

Other than school work, nothing. I’ve been putting off the laundry as usual. I’m sure I’ll get it done tomorrow as I clean my room in avoidance of actually writing the essay.

Yep, I’m sure that I’ll waste nearly all my time tomorrow, and end up pushing five pages out an hour before the paper is due. I love procrastination, don’t you?

- “Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over,” Take This To Your Grave: Fall Out Boy