Ya, finally a chance to have a job! (which i desperately need to fund my grad trip/university ambitions/life
I hope i get it, but this means i'll be slightly grown up/not able to play volleyball.. oh well, it's something I have to do. I'm glad someone finally called, i must have dropped off like 10 billion resumes!
Oh ya, and I've decided i want to go to Western. My friend was there on the weekend and told me all these wonderful things about it, and i already had it in mind. It even has something i wanna do there. So ya, as of now its my number one choice
~*alana*~
"Celebrate we will, cause life is short but sweet for certain" - DMB.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
Yeah, today was no fun. My ride to school showed up early so I rushed out the door to go to school. When I went to school, I bought myself a Sobe and was walking around the school and drinking it. Well, I came across a flight of 16 stairs, which happened to be recently cleaned (the Caution: Wet Floor sign wasn't up) and I fell. And I fell hard. I slammed my jaw into the ground, which is OK. It gets worse though. That glass bottle slammed into the ground, and I fell on top of it. I was taken to the hospital to have glass removed from my stomach and from my hand. I was a fucking bloody mess, and I looked horrible. Yeah, I had a white sweater on, now it's got holes on the side and is extremely red. I happened to be OK and got a couple of stitches on my right index finger, but I am really sore. I also have huge scratches from the glass on my arm, about an inch away from slicing my wrist open. My day was fun.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
I have pre-calc quiz tomorrow. Badness. Completing the square in reference to changing equations from regular exponetial form to vertex. Not even that bad, excpt I CANNOT factor. At all.
Never got it, EVER. Four years I've been doing it, and still don't know how. Blah.
~anna
[shadow=darkred]Take a chance on that which seems to be the making of a dream.[/shadow]
It's not that I'm lazy or anything, I want to take the course, it's just that our school is really really bad, we don't have a pre-calc course or anything. You just have to jump right into it from trig. Plus, our calc teacher is absolutely horrible. He has no idea how to do anything. I had him for trig and he had no idea how to do anything. I'm lucky I passed the course. Most people didn't. He would give us worksheets to do, and I'd ask him a question and he wouldn't know the answer. I hate bad teachers.
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do...
A ship sailing due east, at 6km/h, sites a submarine, that is 5km south of the ship. The submarine is moving north at 4km/h. How near will the two pass?
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.