72: Day seven: I SUCK.

Blogged on Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 by Rachael. Filed in Blop, Emo, Nano, Philosophical.

Hey, look! A new level of suckage, even for here!

:D

I don’t know why I grinned just now. Probably it has something to do with the giant ringpop sticking in my mouth, or the hysterical unfunniness of my car STILL not working, or how I’m so behind on homework right now I almost don’t want to do it anymore. Or maybe it’s because I got my internets to work finally, without burping and shutting me down and giving me the cold shoulder every five minutes. Or maybe it’s because it’s the seventh day of National Blog Posting Month and this is MY THIRD POST, wow I suck, or because it’s the seventh day of National Novel Writing Month and I only have seven hundred and something words.

Augh.

I have a cup of my favorite tea, a horrible cold and a horrible headache that’s finally going away. I have a box of tissues and a very sore nose. I have so much candy in the house because of Halloween that it’s not funny, but it IS perfect for all those wacked-out cravings one succumbs to when they have too much to do and not enough time to do it in.

It would be nice if I could figure out why things are so hard. Of course, if I were to find an answer to that question, I would have solved the entire world’s problem of why things are so hard. Because things are hard for EVERYBODY. Still, they used to be easier for me, and I guess sometimes I still have remnants of shock that I no longer live a rosier, more naive life. It’s likely that I wouldn’t be quite so disgruntled if the beginning of my life had been much more difficult for me, but I can’t throw away all the peace and quiet I had (when my Dad wasn’t home making my life a living hell, and that’s enough material for forty months of straight BloP-ing right there) as a child. It made a quiet place inside me that I can still go and silently laugh at the world.

So, haha, Nanowrimo! Haha, Nablopomo! HAHA, homework!! HAHA, MOTHERF$%@ING CAR!!! …If any of you need me, I’m over here laughing at you with a ringpop in my mouth, drooling candy-flavored spit on my shirt.