I swear to God I am just bipolar.
I'm happy but sad and frustrated and confused yet content. All at once.
Today really sucked. Yesterday really sucked. And this week?
It really sucks.
I've only just realized how much I still have to do--and it's kind of eleven at night on a Wednesday, and I have to be up in roughly seven hours . . . And because I'm not going to bed now I'll have to wake up early to get things done.
Friday is when my math test is, when the school spelling bee (which I sort of have to win) is, when my history essay is due, when my interview thing is due, when . . . when everything is due. When everything must be done by. So I'm sort of kind of panicking. I've been busy and thus had no time to study for bio, which I should do since . . . well, since it's basically the most important class I take, and the hardest, but lately it's been the easiest. Today I came home with homework in every subject, which didn't exactly help. Tomorrow I still have to do:
--Regular daily math homework, which I would do in my free period but can't because I have to make up today's homework
--Cumulative math review
--Organize hellish math binder/homework
--Work on English biography project (I'm doing Hitler. It's actually fun. O_O)
--Finish Social Studies essay (I'm so behind on this it's not even funny. I have to finish writing my paragraphs, edit, then write a rough draft. *sigh* Hand-written, too. No typed stuff. And I type much faster than I write.)
--Interview my mother on how horrid peer pressure was in her day. And sit there as she points out to me how pointless this is--which, I agree, it is. But I still have to do it.
--Draw some things for art. Then draw extra credit to make up for the crappiness of the things I drew that I had to draw. But this is due Tuesday, so.
--I'll definitely have bio homework, and even if I don't we have a project due on Monday that we have to finish basically in class Friday.
--Study for bio, for like an hour.
--And whatever Spanish homework I get stuck with.
Then, I have to study for the stupid spelling bee. Because they know me, I swear: They have Borders gift cards. Which is like free books.
I like free things. Especially books.
There is, of course, a more pleasant task I must complete--besides Christmas presents (just a note on that: Bianca's fic, at least, shall be epic. Kal's shall be pretty good, and so shall Storm's and Theia's--the latter of which I must start . . . --and I have no idea for Desy. Crit is getting Halt/Will, of course, and Juliet . . . not sure what she's getting yet. We'll get there.
Anyways. There's this writing contest which I'm entering. And I have hopes, at least, because even though my Spartacus idea killed itself via historical fact (Why, oh why, Spartacus, were you not crucified on the Appian Way like the others? It would have made an epic short story!) So instead I'm using Joan of Arc, and her waiting out the final moments before she's burned alive.
. . . We'll see how badly this fails later. *waves away*
And that is the synopsis of this week, which sucks.
So much for me getting in the Christmas spirit or being happy--which also sucks, because I adore December and snow and the cold and everything. After Friday, I'll be happy. Well, except I'll have to spend all my time on that short story. But after the seventeenth, I'm in the clear.
. . . That isn't actually giving me much time. Crap.
This month goes by so fast. *wistful sigh*
Nearly eleven-thirty now. Must finish homework and manage to print Joan of Arc research without being discovered . . .
--Ave, ever the spy . . .
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