Work in Progress

You oughta hear the mirror in my house You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth Says I’m imperfect in every way: “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”/...But I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply I’m gonna fill up the great divide You’ll never break me with all the things you say “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”

Friday, March 09, 2007

Grr.....

I hate that I get in these random really ticked off moods like I am now. There's nothing to be mad at at all. So why am I?
I'm in one of those moods where I just need to be separated from all human contact for an extended period of time.
Until I get back to school on Sunday, that is impossible.
Arrgh.
I'm trying not to snap...really hard...but I know I've already given off the air of someone who's rather mad. Which, while it is the truth, still causes others to try and do something...mention something...talk to me...idk...which just makes me more frustrated, as I said before...I need to lock myself up in an ampty room for an hour or two and then I'll be fine...
Now to return to cleaning my room.
It's more than a pigsty.
So I'm cleaning up my stuff.
A room has to be pretty darn messed up in order for it to frustrate me, so that's really saying something.
:P
[EDIT]
Evidently, the frustration was rather temporary, as I am quite chipper right now...
=]

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