happy st. patrick’s day
i woke up initially at 4am this morning, happy, and vivacious, but those characteristics and feelings dwindled as the morning progressed, in fact, i fell back asleep, and ended up being late to school. i failed a math quiz…. and there’s no room for hope there. by fail, i mean, less than a 60. i know the material too, i just sort of froze up and the content of chapter 8 flew out of my mind. so much for luck of the irish. in english, i got the highest grade on the scarlet letter test, so i was happy about that. but since first block, my hopes have been crushed. crushed i tell you. i’d really just like this day to end already. i know i should “cherish” every moment of every day, but on a day like this st. patty’s day, i don’t see that state of mind possible.
i’ve been working on a story, a good one, so that should be posted at some point today, probably with a weak ending.
i’m feeling: like i have no hope, tired, done with hell, a bit strained, happy its wednesday, ready for a coffee from rabs. also, i’d lovee to dive into a book…a very well-known book, the sound and the fury by one of my favorite authors, William Faulkner.