Had one of those days today. Just couldn't keep my eyes open. Was snappish and moody. Almost cried every single time I saw *he who must not be named*. Luckily, Mike rescued me at lunch. Then, took English test, and for some reason, all the writing and thinking snapped me out of it. However, I then found out I'd lost all the accepted Impressions's pieces. Which is bad. And made me all bad moody again. But then, I got to go over all my accepted pieces with McShane to decide which 5 of the 13 I should put in the magazine, which was nice. (I like it when people compliment my work, and it's always nice to read my good stuff, it makes me feel more confident) However, didn't like eliminating pieces that I really love, but just aren't
as good as the others. Like killing off my children because they don't quite measure up.
Anyway, so my day ran in a fortunately/unfortunately sort of way. Does anyone remember that book? We read it in third grade, and had to write our own good/bad stories. Was fun. Lisa? Do you remember?
Am off to bed, to hopefully recover from the whole day thing. Last night I was really tired, and I went to bed, and was like " No, I'm not tired, well, I am tired, but I'd much rather have a good cry. " So I wallowed in my misery for a while, and bad things came of it. Stupid book I was sneak reading at the library. I blame this on it. I was being a bad girl, and reading bits out of one of those smutty romances. And the guy was making out with the girl, and it was all steamy and corny and sentimental, and then he lifted her onto the pool table in his basement, and it was all stupid, and I laughed at the predictability and clicheness of it all. And then I was like, wait, I've done that. And it seemed nice at the time. And then, all of a sudden I was remembering all the nice times, and it SUCKED.
But all wibbling aside, I really need to go to bed now. Wish me sleep.
