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May. 4th, 2004 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatsjustjennaToday is one of those days where I am in a foul mood. Not a foulpissy mood, foul as in "oh look at me, the worthless, pathetic failure that i am! nobody cares!" kind of foul mood.
I did not get a good grade on my drawing portfolio. I did not fail, but I did not like my grade at all. Then again, I just didn't give a shit about it this time. I just wanted it done, that's all that matters.
I do not like it when people are talkative in the mornings. I should not be expected to converse and be coherant before 10 o'clock. Yet, this is when MJ actually chooses to be civil, even vulnerable, and I'm to fucking tired to take advantage of it.
And above all, it doesn't help that people say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
[Set the scene: Jenna walks in her door, shuffling around between bookbag and portfolo and papers. Betsy sits on her bed under her headphones, playing the same damn evanescense song she's played all semester long.]
Betsy: *very patronizingly, as if I disrupted a pagan ceremony*Why are you back so early?!
Jenna: *with every sarcastic sound she can muster this ungodly early* Because I finished early.
It's days like this where, if I were to have traveled the world, climbed mt. everest and freed tibet, I would come home only to hear: Why are you back so early? That is to say, if anyone were to say anything at all. If anyone would even notice.
I did not get a good grade on my drawing portfolio. I did not fail, but I did not like my grade at all. Then again, I just didn't give a shit about it this time. I just wanted it done, that's all that matters.
I do not like it when people are talkative in the mornings. I should not be expected to converse and be coherant before 10 o'clock. Yet, this is when MJ actually chooses to be civil, even vulnerable, and I'm to fucking tired to take advantage of it.
And above all, it doesn't help that people say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
[Set the scene: Jenna walks in her door, shuffling around between bookbag and portfolo and papers. Betsy sits on her bed under her headphones, playing the same damn evanescense song she's played all semester long.]
Betsy: *very patronizingly, as if I disrupted a pagan ceremony*Why are you back so early?!
Jenna: *with every sarcastic sound she can muster this ungodly early* Because I finished early.
It's days like this where, if I were to have traveled the world, climbed mt. everest and freed tibet, I would come home only to hear: Why are you back so early? That is to say, if anyone were to say anything at all. If anyone would even notice.
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Date: 2004-05-04 06:59 am (UTC)couldn't the professor's cut us even a smidge of slack?
*pout* i'm sorry your grade wasn't what you wanted.
and hugs for your bad day!!! i wish your roommate wasn't such an @$$. you rock too much to let anyone make you feel badly.
loves ya! (we should totally chill soon)
~the other muse
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Date: 2004-05-04 07:12 am (UTC):::Giggles:::
:::runs away to untie Jeff cuz I win dammit!:::
:)