March 26, 2004 :: 12:36 a.m.
The Little Thursday the Unfortunately Was
Ew, today just... sucked. I woke up feeling borderline sick - sore throat, sore eyes, alternately stuffy/runny nose - which is just not cool at all. I was already sick. Mega sick. To paraphrase the lovely (and again, dearly departed... why do all of my favorite characters have to DIE?) Cordelia Chase, what I had wasn't just a flu. It was Son of Flu. And since, historically speaking, I don't get sick more than once a year, well, this clearly cannot be happening.
And then there was Creative Writing class, which was the most painfully boring three hours I have ever had the severe displeasure of being forced to endure. Seriously, I used to love that class. I actually looked forward to it. I was happy about going. Now? I actively despise Thursday nights. This group of people, Connie, Barb, and Tim excepted, just plain blows. I get nothing from them, and I think it's fairly safe to assume that they get nothing from me either. At least I hope they don't, because I certainly haven't been trying to give them anything. It's all I can do to stay awake and not stab myself in the eye with my pen. And apparently whatever talent I may have had has flown out the window as well, because with the exception of two poems and one story, everything I've handed in thus far has come back with mixed to negative comments. Not that I blame him. I've been sort of phoning it in, I guess, because I can't even bring myself to care anymore. I'm burned out on it. Before I was surrounded with classmates who were supportive and occasionally even inspiring; now I'm just bored, and I feel like I shouldn't even open my mouth. So, there you go. I guess I'll never be a writer.
Sob sob sob.
But what really rocketed today up to the tippy top of the Suck o' Meter was my regular evening phone call to Adam. His mother was all set to go up to Connecticut this weekend to visit his sister, so we planned to have a little sleepover. We never, ever get to do this, but when we do it's fabulous, so I was all excited and so very looking forward to it. But she apparently decided not to go, so... there went my wonderful weekend. I very weakly offered up that Adam could stay here instead, but I wasn't at all surprised when he didn't even bother to dignify that with a response. Apparently sleeping over at my house is the 8th deadly sin among his people. Irritating? Certainly. But mostly I'm just really, really disappointed. Although it is a prime example of why I'm always so cranky. Nothing EVER goes my way. Nothing. EVAR. It's infuriating. And depressing. And a lot of other bad stuff.
So now I'm just grumpy and sad and my wrists hurt for some unknown reason. Except that the reason is typing, so really it's not unknown at all. I should finish my Drawing homework, but since I'll be here All! Weekend!, that's not going to happen just yet. Instead, I'm going to draw Adam a picture and then possibly watch an episode of Angel.
Oh, speaking of TV - Tru Calling was marginally less horrible tonight. And there was another guest appearance by someone from the season 5 of Buffy. Last week it was the chick who played Glory (and Courtney from Bring it On), and this week it was the guy who played the leader of the Knights of Byzantium. I don't remember his character's actual name, but it was definitely him. I'm quite talented at spotting these random things. It comes with the deep obsession.
Mer. Farewell, children. I'm off to attend to a headache and some raging depression.
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