My Psychology teacher decided to move my presentation, which was supposed to be on Thursday, to tomorrow, which means I'm stressing because it's nowhere near finished. Ugh.

My friend gave me his unused extra copy of Glamour Life Stuff and the disc wouldn't read, so I went to go download it from the EADM and it says the code is not valid or something. *headdesks* Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~

My mouse will soon be buried in the graveyard of all things awesome. It's squeaking and I can hardly double click anything, why do all good looking things go? why?!

Excuse me, I need a moment.

My mother is in another one of her charming moods. She hasn't been like this for a while, huh.

Apparently I'm psychic.

Just want my boyfriend home with dinner. I am cold & sick & hungry

I'm SO cold. I don't think I've been properly warm since Saturday morning when I was all toasty in bed.

My glasses snapped in half so now I have to go around like Harry Potter for the next week. Which would be awesome but I really did love my glasses. *sigh*

If period cramps could be relieved the same way normal aches can, I think being a girl would be a hell of a lot easier.

Woke up to a murder scene in my pants. o.o

cupcake, Pamprin Maximum Relief works wonders!

Why can't people act their age? Tonight two of my housemates and I had a friend over to watch a movie. After it finished we spent two hours talking and while we were talking our other housemate got back from work. She sat down and joined in the conversation a little, but literally as soon as our friend left she stood up, stormed up the stairs and we could hear her slam her bedroom door. The amount of times I have heard that door slam is just unbelievable considering she's 21. Sure, when I was thirteen I'd slam my bedroom door after an argument with my parents, but I grew out of that pretty quickly. I don't know what our supposed crime is now and I don't really care. She just comes off as an immature idiot when she does this; none of us care why she's upset because it will only be over something ridiculous and we're not all going to follow her, desperate to make amends. Why hasn't she figured out that she's just spiting herself and making us all dislike her? People don't want to be friends with people like that because it takes too much energy to be constantly asking someone what's wrong and if they're okay and blah blah blah.

I've had an English teacher for the past two years who has taught me so, so much. He supported me hugely within the department and wrote me a letter of recommendation stating that he's never had a student as talented as I am. It's not uncommon to invite meaningful teachers to graduation parties, so my parents told me to give him an invitation to mine, but it just makes me nervous. This teacher is one of those hip young teachers that has close, buddy-buddy relationships with a lot of students. I know that he thinks incredibly highly of me, but I just don't feel like we have the relationship that would warrant an invitation. I talk to him about books during classtime and we have a strong academic bond; I don't hang out in his room during passing periods and talk to him about the meaning of life like other students do. I know that I'll end up inviting him because my parents will kill me if I don't, but it's going to be so awkward.

My high school Latin teacher's partner has hanged himself in the woods surrounding the school and she was the one who found him. I feel just awful for her. I haven't really spoken to her in the past year but we used to talk quite often, especially while I was still at school, and she was always very kind to me. She wrote me a wonderful reference when I was applying to universities and was always encouraging and willing to listen. She used to talk about him in classes frequently and I never would have imagined that he was depressed. Now I understand things much more. I really wish this hadn't happened to her.

My friend always leaves every assignment to the last possible moment, and then uses it as an excuse to be incredibly bitchy. She's had almost seven weeks to work on a presentation for Psychology, and she only just started tonight. These presentations are about 20 minutes long and require the use of powerpoints, handouts, class activities, and giving a mini-lesson, so they're very stressful. I don't see how she can manage to leave it to the last minute and then use it to justify her bitchiness. Last night I was stressing about mine because my teacher moved my presentation forward to today, but I was still forced to help her through all her petty relationship issues. Tonight, I need to ask her one very important question, and she immediately bites my head off and says she's "way too busy to deal with my shit." Hm. Charming.

Gack, 'here' doesn't look like a word anymore.

I feel so lazy, tired and dizzy. Curse you hot weather!

It sucks when it's hot and humid, you take a shower, and you're sweaty again before you even start getting dressed. Yuck.

*Insert going for a drive for no other purpose than to just to ride in an air-conditioned car here*

My dog nearly gave me a heart attack today. He almost ran into the street in front of a moving car. Needless to say his punishment is that he won't be roaming outside without a leash for the rest of the year!

My friends are fucking idiots sometimes. We went for a drink tonight and during the thirty seconds it took me to order my drink at the bar they'd started talking to some guys. I didn't really mind sitting with said guys and talking to them, but after a while I was really ready to leave, especially as I was tired anyway. My friends thought it would be a great idea to leave too, only unlike me they wanted to leave with these guys we'd known all of two hours. So there we are heading in the direction of home and I tried to steer us towards the well-lit route with cars passing by but my friend shouts out "This isn't the way we usually walk, we normally go that way!" and points at the dark, deserted narrow road that is fine to walk down during the day, but isn't really the way you'd want to walk at night with three strangers. I pretty much forced us to go the well-lit way, hissing at her to shut up, but as we got near to our house she starts saying over and over "That's our house, that's where we live!" I just want to tell her to shut the hell up but it was too late by then because they had already heard her. After making sure they knew where we lived my friends then insisted that we went back to one of the boy's houses. Obviously we're all still alive, but how stupid can you get?!!

I am just so angry. Why do they have to have such big mouths?

I got a grand total of about 1 hour of sleep last night. It was just too damn hot, even though I had a fan on.

On another note, for a guy who was so urgent for me to text him, it's really hard to keep a conversation going when I'm doing all the talking and he just sends 1-3 word replies. Or else the convo goes like this:

(After not talking all day) Him: Hey
Me: Hey! What's goin' on?
Him: Just getting ready to [go somewhere, do something], bye

Really?.. why bother texting me in the first place then?

Why do I care what people think? Why can't I do something without thinking how everybody I know might react? I know it's nice and polite to think of how others might like or dislike the things you might do but it still aches me to do that, not to mention the awful stress it puts upon me.
Bloody hell.

So sitting in the kitchen five minutes ago with my friend discussing last night and the stupidity of telling three strange boys where we live, we hear a knock at the front door. It doesn't take a genius to work out who was at the door. My friend started freaking out and despite me telling her to just stay in the kitchen and wait for them to leave she kept pushing open the kitchen door to peer through the living room window to see who was there and if they were gone yet. Naturally, not being blind, they saw her. Eventually they did go away but they don't exactly live far from us so it's not like they can't come back or we won't run into them by chance.

So yeah, this is great, just great.

We've had no water for 13 hours. And it's not going to be back any time soon! D:

As if the door knocking wasn't bad enough, about half an hour after that post we started walking to campus and this car pulls past us, does a u-turn and drives back past before stopping and it's them. JESUS, I literally never want to leave the house again. One of them bullied us into agreeing to go for a drink with the three of them, and then they proceeded to be an hour late for this drink. While having the drink a number of disturbing remarks were made, including:
"I've seen you loads of times this year, even though you haven't seen me"
"We went looking for a corpse earlier"
"Would you rather lose one of your arms or both your legs...that isn't a threat..."
"I tried to climb through your window earlier...I reckon I could do it, don't you?"

On the positive side of things, I think they might leave us alone now.