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DAFT PUNK FOR THE WIN ANYONE?
Ayy, I love Daft Punk for a while since my favorite song when I was five was One More Time, but talking to Eli and Sam is like Daft Punk rape in the brain. It's nonstop, it hurts.

This week was fucking stressful. Essays pulled out of the netherlands of the teacher's odd mind so I had to pull it out my ass. Tests. Homework. Red Cross. The past three days I have had a total of eleven hours of sleep. Which isn't as bad as the nine hours of sleep I had last Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Life is good.

Okay, my post is all so disorganized. Let me organize it, yo.

I didn't just say that.

I'm sleep deprived.

Sue me.

Okay.

SCHOOLSHITZ

Chem : I'm still in love with Chem. I will always love Chem. Sam is the buttface that sits next to me and he's cool but can be really annoying and talkative and annoying. Eli's the cool buttface that sits behind me. He's this level of adorable that I can't even explain.

Gym : ahmygod, weight training. That is all you need to know.

English : I hate my teacher. With daggers from my eyes into her pregnant belly. No that's mean, but still. She assigned us a poem that was supposed to give light to a character whose voice is not heard. I asked her if we could give a name to one of the maids (in the Odyssey) because that's who I thought were misunderstood. And I felt really proud of it too, since I haven't written a creative piece for English since 158. And I get it back, and it's fucking B+. Her comments was that "it reads like a dairy entry, really emotive. I know you that you spent a lot of time and effort into this and that's very tremendous but I do not know who this character is and the assignment was to take the persona of a background character." REALLY? LIKE SERIOUSLY? I want to scream.

Comp Sci : I had my presentation today. There was ten minutes left in class and a couple of more groups who haven't went yet so I thought he wasn't going to call on us and then he went "Samuel and Natalie" and I just froze in my seat. I would've stayed there if Sam didn't push me off my chair dammit. I walked to the teacher's computer where I was supposed to open the program model that I was going to present and this kid who sits next to the teacher's desk freaking messes with my psych. He started laughing and whispering shit to his friend. LIKE REALLY? I want to scream louder.

Spanish : Senor Simon was absent again and he didn't leave any work so I just talked to Ben and Eric. Jamie was lame and was reading his genetics textbook, but then he started talking about Halloween and shitznot. I'm just noticing that the people who I thought were mean in 158, are nothing compared to these 74'ers. They're mean o_o

Global : ASLDKJALSKCSAD. What the fuck gave my teacher the idea to assign us a group essay. My group has five people and she expects to write ONE UNIFORM ESSAY? One freaking girl didn't even help with the essay because she sleeps at nine. WHO SLEEPS AT NINE. We each had a paragraph, which wasn't that bad. The hard part was more adding transitional stuff to make it flow well, and editing everyone's work so it actually sounds like one person and not choppy. I couldn't help with the conclusion though, because of stupid comp sci hw. I hate global. I don't feel like I'm learning anything.

Math : My. Teacher. Is. Insane. This is all you need to know.
[going over homework, Mr. Fitzgerald turns around to notice Kevin O.]
Mr. F : Kevin, stop daydreaming. I know you're thinking about sex.
[Mr. Fitzgerald is a sixty plus year old man]

I'm sorry with my rant on school. And if I sound angrier than usual. Last week and this week is getting to my head.

FAMILYSHITZ

The wedding. THE WEDDING! Sunday, I'm so excited. I really want to go to the afternoon park taking picture thingy so I can use some of my black and white film taking pictures of them, but I think my mom wants me to go to Flushing to do my hair.

Two of my aunties are in my house right now. One is my dad's brother's wife, the other is my mom's mom.

PHOTOSHITZ

Dudeeeeee, day 200 :D Is Saturday. I'm so fucking excited. I have an idea for the day, but it's unclear still, and I need Lucy to be my tripod. But I'm going to think of alternatives. Chairs are great tripods right?

Becca, I'm going to be giving you the camera on Saturday.

Photo club is so confusing. My camera apparently is a bit to advanced for what they're teaching and it so annoying because I don't think the presidents (who are sophomores, awkwarddd) appreciate that mine is basically half automatic. But there's this kid that has the same model and hopefully, we'll learn together. And Karen's my photo buddy! She fascinates me for some reason.

I have to take 34 photos by Tuesday. I don't think this is going to happen.

LIFESHITZ

I talk to a total of seven people in one day.
Eli. Sam. Kristin. Daniel. Rachel. Ben. Eric.
That is it.
It makes me sad.

love always,
nat
(Thursday)