grin and bear it

i don't care anymore, i am going to complain and complain a lot. you have been warned.

i am, and have been for the past week, overwhelmed. this week just needs to end. i need a break. the homework keeps piling up and when you think that your teachers couldn't possibly put anymore more work on the ever growing pile that's threatening to tip over and bury me they find a way to add more to the pile. i'm then left to move things around and make sure that when i take something off my pile of things to do it doesn't upset the delicate balance and come tumbling down.

it gets harder and harder to wake up each morning due to the late nights. the only thing i want to do is sleep. and somehow magically make the pile of homework go away. a spring break would do nicely right about now. the two kids blogging next to me, rbetta and cabrito, are rambling on about college. cabrito is going to go to kwood so he can continue to work his wonderful job of salad bar king at hyvee. rbetta on the otherhand is going to go to kaplan. that's the online university, so she's not going anywhere except her kitchen computer. don't worry my dear readers, they're just kidding. both are extremely smart and will end up at very respective colleges, like luther and iowa state, and will probably not have to pay much at all. they're smart little whippersnappers.

cabrito is now rambling on about vista. some computer thing. and how on vista you can publish a blog post straight from microsoft word. neat stuff right there. but, really, i don't care. [these next few lines are a conversation between me and cabrito] life is stupid. you know how last year we hardly had like any homework ever? and now we have homework all the time and we have jobs? YES IT SUCKS. FML. so i was going to make a nice link for you all there but i'm the school computers and apparently that site is not school appropriate. whatever, i'll just be sneaky and find a way around it. look at that, i did it. go me.

cadavers are dead bodies. rbetta visited one yesterday. no thank you. i don't wanna see any dead bodies. or touch them. or their organs, like their hearts. not for me. cabrito is looking at gross autopsy pictures and hitting me in the arm making it very hard to type.

don't you just hate it when the stupid insert button is turned on and you don't know it. so then if you happen to decided that you want to add something to a paragraph up above you just start typing away and then realize that the more words you type, the more words go away. that makes me sad.