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Back to work. I hate being a slob. I really do. I have just enough of Dad's genes to not want to clean up messes, but I have enough of Mom's genes to want to have my room clean. And plus, I just picked up something that had been on the floor too long, and there was a bug on it, and now I'm afraid that there are more, and so I will be dancing around on tip-toe on my floor for a long time. Bugs irk me. I hate that part of me, but it's true. Bugs just squick me out, and roaches are the worst. Roaches and spiders. But I was bitten by a spider some time ago, and I got really sick, so I have an excuse to hate those things. Roaches just scare the bejeezus out of me. They do NOT die. Anything that you can beat with a shoe about five times without it dying is just plain creepy. Just like anything that bleeds for a week and doesn't die is not to be trusted. I am not enjoying this Spanish thing. I'm going to print and paste tomorrow morning. Screw taking this up front and working on it. Screw getting this all professional looking. It's a poster done in the name of busy work, and I don't care. I haven't seen the Spanish teacher I love in about 2 weeks, and I'm fed up with the class I'm in, and I hate hate hate it. I am not going to continue taking Spanish. After Spanish III, there is no need for me to do this any more. I thought I got it, I don't. I'm not as adept as I could be, because my focus is shifting. I care less about learning a second language than I did last year. I know enough to get by, but... oi, whatever. I'm going to keep working now. Babel Fish is my savior. All hail Babel Fish. <-Ghost-> |
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