March 3rd, 2004

wasn't my bullet

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I hate History so much. The study guide is due Friday, the quiz (potentially open note!) is Friday, the before-school meeting for History is Friday. The Election of 1912 assignment begins tomorrow. I am going insane.

Schol-Bowl? We lost, of course. I didn't even get to play. It was 20 questions long. I don't actually understand why I bothered to go in the first place. At least we got pizza (though I didn't like it very much... sausage and green peppers).

I got home, bitched out Pappy Dearest, and wallowed with my mother for some time. I am really fucking tired. I'm kind of eager to see where my breakdown point is, but I don't want it to happen. It's going to happen sometime soon, I can already tell... maybe I'll go homicidal during History. Tempting...

I need to close my eyes.
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