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Apr. 14th, 2003 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehSo yeah. Still grounded, but wishing to actually be writing something instead of just pretending. Stupid essay... bleargh. At least I started it this weekend, instead of doing the entire thing tonight. I have a fair idea of what I'm going to write, but I just have to write it.
All Quiet on the Western Front is an extremely good book. I liked it fine the first time around; now that I'm analyzing it for journals and the aforementioned essay, it's managed to almost make me cry at a couple of parts. And I don't cry at media. It did, however, make for a depressing weekend, seeing as how I wasn't allowed to talk to anybody, and did mostly homework. It was All Quiet and Things Fall Apart the entire time, and Things Fall Apart is equally depressing. Bleargh. I wish I had more Pratchett. The ones I have, I've reread many times. And the library doesn't have all of them, so I haven't read all of them.
I'm tired. And lately (translate: pretty much this whole year), when I say that I'm tired, I don't mean tired in the "let me sleep" sort of tired fashion. I'm tired of being. I don't really want to stop being, I just want a little break. Or a big break, I would be okay with a big break. I don't want to have to deal with people, or not having to worry about offending people, or worry about how they're treating me, but at the same time, I want to spend more time with my friends. And not at school. School is being icky. Saying that I don't care isn't entirely accurate, because while I couldn't really care less about any of the stuff we're doing, except maybe Calculus, which is interesting, I do want to do well, as that ensures that I stay non-grounded. I'm proud of the fact that I can pull down A's, most of the time. I just haven't cared enough in the past couple of months to actually get my rear end in gear and take care of stuff. This is why I have to make up about 14 journal entries (almost all done! go me!), and a response to an editorial. And am failing English. Or was failing English. Possibly still am. Not entirely sure how that works.
Anyways...
Should probably go back to writing essay now. Grr.
All Quiet on the Western Front is an extremely good book. I liked it fine the first time around; now that I'm analyzing it for journals and the aforementioned essay, it's managed to almost make me cry at a couple of parts. And I don't cry at media. It did, however, make for a depressing weekend, seeing as how I wasn't allowed to talk to anybody, and did mostly homework. It was All Quiet and Things Fall Apart the entire time, and Things Fall Apart is equally depressing. Bleargh. I wish I had more Pratchett. The ones I have, I've reread many times. And the library doesn't have all of them, so I haven't read all of them.
I'm tired. And lately (translate: pretty much this whole year), when I say that I'm tired, I don't mean tired in the "let me sleep" sort of tired fashion. I'm tired of being. I don't really want to stop being, I just want a little break. Or a big break, I would be okay with a big break. I don't want to have to deal with people, or not having to worry about offending people, or worry about how they're treating me, but at the same time, I want to spend more time with my friends. And not at school. School is being icky. Saying that I don't care isn't entirely accurate, because while I couldn't really care less about any of the stuff we're doing, except maybe Calculus, which is interesting, I do want to do well, as that ensures that I stay non-grounded. I'm proud of the fact that I can pull down A's, most of the time. I just haven't cared enough in the past couple of months to actually get my rear end in gear and take care of stuff. This is why I have to make up about 14 journal entries (almost all done! go me!), and a response to an editorial. And am failing English. Or was failing English. Possibly still am. Not entirely sure how that works.
Anyways...
Should probably go back to writing essay now. Grr.
