2003-09-17 - 5:22 p.m.
I keep feeling like I've had a bad day. Nothing bad happened, aside from getting a little nauseated on the bus from reading Empire of the Sun, or getting a talk-to from HL about stopping my giggling in class, or sounding like an egotistical bitch when I told Paul, "Yeah, I read fast" or getting a horrified feeling that Alain was actually enjoying pictures of the Rape of Nanking or Kelvin spilling red tinted water on my English notes on the Opium War.
Actually, that could be considered a bad day. If I saw the glass as half empty. And I do.
I hate the male species. They're the cause of all my distress today.
Am also tempted to blame the bright pink nail polish I decided to wear today. It got very very mixed reviews. Chuno at first said it was very fake and didn't match my 'yellowy' skin tone, although her favourite color is pink. Next Chewy said she loved it and how I was brave enough to try. Then Eddie stared at my nails while I was typing. Then several people looked and made no comment.
Silence is nerve wracking.
So is the feeling that you've had a bad day. It lingers in the back of your throat like something with a bad aftertaste. You use mints or gum to get out the taste, it goes away for a while and then comes back.
Maybe explains the bowl of noodles and pack of crackers with cheese I downed. I still haven't gotten out of my uniform and it's starting to smell. Or something is, anyways. It's probably my socks.
