Copyright (c) 2002-2003 Isaac Vertavea
[Journal]
Great. I wake up late. I sort of realize that it may be a bad day but I try to stay positive and tell myself that I do not have bad days and that It will be good since it's the end of the quarter at school and we're doing nothing. So I get up with this in mind, very quickly. I overslept. So I rush to the busstop. The bus passed me, then stopped and let me on. I almost missed it. Almost a bad day.

So then I get to school and have a party in my first period. Went nice. The air conditioning in that class always makes me sick and I start sneezing because of the dust so just then I realized that I don't have my asthma inhaler. Instantly I began to have an attack. How wonderful. So then second period I just couldn't take it. That class is the worst and I went into an attack. Then I went to the clinic.

She called my father. He was at home sleeping since he works the night shift. So he comes and gets me. I feel fine now, and still can't find my inhaler. This sucks. It's the last day of the quarter and I'm at home. I can't say goodbye to all of my friends and classmates before christmas break. I'm at home - I can't do anything. *sigh* If only I could find a damn job I'd be able to drive myself to school. Everything always goes back to being unemployed. The root of all of my problems. Oh well. Maybe some cursing will help.

Shit. Fucking A. Hate this mother fucker. No, that did nothing. Still angry. Blah.......[/Journal]