Today I’m just going to write, because I should be writing an English paper, but have writer’s block. Hey, English papers are part of everything, right? I’ve been snapping at my parents a lot lately. Every day when I come home from school I tell them all about my day, and then they drill me on how it went and what I’m feeling. For some reason that really makes me angry. All day at school I feel fine. Come 4:30 though and I turn irritable and touchy. What’s wrong with me? (Blogging is my free therapy, don’t judge). Here is a list of all the things that didn’t bother me at school, but are now driving me up a wall:
1. My watch- I wore it all day at school, not even caring that it was five to seven minutes fast. All I wanted was a black fashion accessory. I come home, sit down at my computer, start the previously mentioned English essay, and then I hear a noise. Tick tick tic. For a whole five minutes I can’t concentrate because all I can listen to or think about is my watch making that noise on my wrist. So I took it off. I sat it next to my computer. Tick tick tick. I moved it farther away. Tick tick tick. Resisting the urge to throw it across the room I get up and put it on a book shelf. The noise stops. Now I wonder why I cared so much.
2. My health- at school I felt perfectly healthy, now I just want to lie down and nap because I feel icky. Maybe because my house is so ridiculously warm and school is so cold.
3. English essay- I did not think it would take this long at all. Now I just want to get it over with. Normally I am not so angry about English essays, but I am apparently having a huge pity party.
With that realization I am abruptly ending my post. Sorry to have been so boring and self-centered. It did make me feel better though. Expect something funny and happy next time.
Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category.
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