I just spent two hours in a room with friends of my parents grilling me about
my future and
university.
I am
hung over.
I just had my friend tell me that the essay that has taken me four hours to write looks like it was written in twenty minutes.
I have a ten year old girl pestering me about why the
magic 8 ball doesn't work all the time.
I need to rewrite my essay.
I don't have a date for the
semi-formal on friday.
My
cable connection is not working.
I am tempted to just scream
fuck the world and do something rash that I will regret.
I can't seem to focus my eyes.
This is teenage angst at its best. It doesn't get any better than this.
Today is my mom's birthday. I have to be happy, an unlikely possibility.
But now that I think about it, I am. It could be worse.