Suddenly, I'm not so good at chemistry as I was last week. Please, shoot me.

And Gene, if you waltz in here with your "I told you so", I will take your baritone and shove it down your fucking throat!

tagged me.
1) Post these rules
2) Post 8 things about yourself on this journal
3) At the end you must tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal (Like I'll do that! Who gives a shit anyway?)
4) NO TAG BACKS! PLEASE!

*clears throat, even though I'm typing this*

1. As of now, I am still without a job

2. Buzzing sounds close to my ear terrify me

3. Part of me still thinks that this is all a long freaking dream, and someday I'll wake up in another reality as a child coming out of a coma

4. I always think there's someone behind me

5. When I die, I want my ashes to be processed into pencils and distributed to a nearby elementary school, which I will then haunt

6. I can bend my fingers into strange positions

7. I'm addicted to Advanced Wars, Chrono Trigger, and Fire Emblem

8. My ADHD causes me to get into some stupid shit, just for the sake of keeping myself entertained

I guess I'll start out with the good. As of now, my parents are slowly adjusting to the idea of me living on campus in an apartment. I looked at the floor plans and rates today, and so far the apartments are winning me over more than the dorms. Found one for $3492 for the academic year, but I'll need three other roommates, as I'm still a tad wary of strangers. Then again, often strangers are just friends you just haven't met yet. I'm excited.

Buuuuuut... Before I do that, tons of things to do!

For those of you who don't know, I'm going to the University of Houston next year. Before I can get myself an apartment, I first gotta, y'know, enroll in all my classes and get that all planned out. Of course, I can't enroll yet, as I still have to sign up for orientation and I need to speak with an academic adviser. Before I can do that, my mom says I first have to take care of financial aid.

Holy crap, financial aid. So much time spent thumbing through dad's tax returns, and as we speak he's filling out a 1040X to amend his tax return. Why? Oh, because the nice people at the financial aid office called bullshit on my FAFSA, pointing out an inconsistency with dad's tax return solely because whereas my mom is mentioned in the FAFSA as existing, she hasn't got her own tax return nor any mention on dad's tax return. And so there they sit with the consultant. Mom had to dig up her original birth certificate, which took a hell of a while. We did dig up a lot of pictures of Mom and Dad from the 80s, back when they were world travelers and we weren't around yet.

After that's good and done, I'd like to speak with the financial aid people myself. It seems that every little thing in the application process always seems to go wrong, and I'm really quite sick of it. I just want to get my money for college so I don't end up in the military to pay for it. I hear that once you've sold yourself to your country, they can put your ass on the battlefield whenever they feel like it. And quite frankly, I'm not much in the mood to get shrapnel lodged in my skull. You understand, right?

Oh yeah, and prom was freaking sweet.

I would carve out the throat of the miserable little cunt in the journalism room that snipped the network wire from the printer with his scissors. FOR NO REASON!!!

People like him should be sent to the gas chambers, along with the goat-fondlers that went and bombarded my computer with both the Rustock rootkit virus and the Small.AU trojan virus. I would build a time machine if it meant I could go back in time and falcon punch them out of the womb. May they suffocate on their mothers' used maxi pads.

Enough anger. I'm sorry, this entire week has been a stinking bowl of menstrual soup. Ironic, as I don't get my visit from ToM until a few more days. Do excuse my language and the threats that could end up landing me in jail someday. I do need to control my demons, that I do.

Like I said, the week's been rough. Started off Sunday with me messing up real bad, ruined my relationship with a certain person. I'd care not to detail the specifics. Monday, my band section leader is involved in a tragic accident that again, I dare not detail. To my knowledge, she's on her way to recovery and may return within a month.

Fast-forward to today. I'm loaded down with work, did miserably on the second part of my anatomy test, and somehow managed to score lower than the rowdy idiot behind me in Economics. On top of that, I had to rush to finish a yearbook spread, and the group shot I needed for it still hasn't been sent to us. On top of that, I have to miss Pre-UIL for band tomorrow in order to go participate in the district academic UIL competition. With two of the more reliable flute-players gone, I can name a certain flautist now sitting alone on the front row who wants to wring my neck. And the competition I'm going to has me immensely stressed, as everyone expects me to get first place like I did last year. Any less, and I graduate as a shadow of my former self.

And also, I think I may have thrown out my sacrum (lower back, right at the ass). I heard it pop loudly as I was getting up with a heavy backpack, and now it feels weird when I walk. And my left wrist may be exhibiting early signs of carpal tunnel syndrome. I suck.

Fuck. That. Shit.