Yeah, I missed another BEDA, whatever. Sundays are stupid and uneventful any way. I did absolutely nothing but lay around and watch t.v. I did get started on cleaning my room though, so plus 1 point for that. I'm almost finished, I just have to clear stuff out of my closet and vacuum.
Today was a long, boring day, though it started off pretty well. I got a 12/15 on my last math quiz, which is the best score I've got so far.
Then when I got to acting class, I was kind of in a bad mood. My scene partner did not show up for class AGAIN today, which is about the 3rd time she's done this, so our scene is put off yet another two days. I just want to get it done. I feel bad for Jack (my professor) because no one ever shows up for class on Monday. Less than half of the class show up on a daily basis (well, Monday and Wednesday basis). It's pretty much the same nine people who show up, are ready for class, actually want to do something, but then none of our scene partners are there so we can't actually do anything. I know it has to get frustrating for Jack. I would too if half of my students didn't care enough to show up. He had no choice but to cancel class today because he didn't have anything else planned except for us to do our scenes, but the people who had not gone yet, our scene partners weren't there. He said he's going to send out an angry email, hah.
Work was long and boring. Deb (my boss) hired a new temp, so now I don't really have an office to myself now, which sucks. Oh well, I'd shine their shoes with the rate they're paying me.
This blog post is boring, no one even reads this. Why am I doing BEDA again? Oh yeah, inner strength to show that I am not shit at commitment or whatever. I'm tired, it's 11:30, I still need a shower, and I have to wake up early to be at school by 9:30 because I have a date with the probation advisor. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've been on academic probation from last semester because I'm a fucking failure. Let's hope I don't fuck up this semester.
Bye and stuff.
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