At the Airport.

I am currently running on 28 minutes of sleep and an empty stomach.

Why, you ask?

I stayed up til 11 last night doing Research Homework, and after that stayed up til around 1:30 looking for my fucking Magic Mouse since my mom told me that if I couldn't find it I'd have to leave my laptop back there. Obviously, I couldn't let that happen.

So yeah. I went around the whole damn house looking for it; I turned my cabinets and the stock room upside down and inside out. I even took another damn bath at the end of it 'cause I got so dusty.

I guess I gave up a little past one, and then I just sat on my bed, trying to fall asleep. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. (I even tried crying; it didn't work) I was too mad. It wasn't even MY fucking fault the stupid Mouse ended up lost. My fucking maid packed stupidly. GAAH.

So here I am, wearing my blue sweater and purple jacket over a new Von Dutch tee, sitting on a swivelly chair in front of my laptop, typing this entry out. *yawn*

I wanna see what happens to me later. X3 We have a flag cem AND PE class. If I survive, I will feel epic for the rest of the day. XD

My dad's printer screwed up my Concept Maps, and my stapler ran out of staple wires. T_T Aah, the mundane trivialities of a teenage life, bedecked with the glimmering pearls of pessimism and sprinkled with glittery wit. Okay, I'll stop talking shitty now. =))

My molars are hurting again. :(

~ pained.

Edit: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but the net disappeared. So the actual date for this should be 21.6.10 instead of 22.6.10 :D