I need to get my act together. I have a scholarship application due this Friday, and for some reason, I just can't get myself to start working on it.
Blegh.
I have to wake up at 8AM tomorrow (instead of the originally planned 10AM) to attend some stupid assembly that'll probably be nothing more than a huge waste of time. Horray.
I have like, two tests, one project, two enormous homework assignments, and one application due on Friday. None of which I have gotten ANY start on. Oh, and Poetry Night is on Friday.
Sometimes I wish time would just take a chill pill and stop moving so quickly.
I don't even feel motivated enough to write a blog post. Oh noes!
Oh, here's a treat! An exerpt from one of my novels.
Waking Up in Vegas (WWIV)
" "Okay, look." Ruby let out a long breath, "I know you said you'd take care of it. And maybe you're used to this type of thing and it doesn't matter to you. But it's a big deal to me, and I want all traces of it gone. So let's arrange some sit-down with lawyers and talk this thing out like civil people–"
"Hold on," Sean held up a finger in demand of silence. He pulled a purring Blackberry out of the back pocket of his tattered jeans and barked into the speaker. "Yeah. I know I said I'd be back in fifteen," he angrily ran a hand through his dark hair, "Listen very carefully: I don't give a fuck. I can ride a bike even if it takes longer, and I can go to Starbucks even though their coffee tastes like shit. Do you know why? Because I feel like it. When did I ever say it was okay for you to tell me what to do?"
Ruby took in a deep breath to prevent herself from reaching for her gun and shooting a hole straight through the bastard's face. Well, at least he wasn't only a douche bag to her. From the corner of her eye, she could see a vein twitching in Haney's neck from the abuse of profanities.
"Okay, I need to go." Sean hung up the phone with a frown and immediately began to unchain his bike. "Ugh. I didn't even get my fucking coffee.
"Excuse me! We're not done here!" Ruby marched up to him and snatched the bike handles out of his hands.
"Fine. Whatever. Here." Before Ruby could protest, Sean grabbed her free wrist and dropped his Blackberry into her upturned palm. In her surprise, she released the bike.
"What the hell–"
"I'll call you." In one smooth motion, Sean mounted the beat-up bicycle and melted into traffic, trailed by the blaring of car horns."
Oh. Sean is such a cutie. :D Too bad he's fictional. (Why do I always have a thing for douche-bags?)
This might be my shortest post in the history of short posts (except for that oober long passage).
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