The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain (jenni_the_odd) wrote,
The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain
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Physical: Apparently, I am still sick. The sight of food still makes me want to creep away quietly. I am actually colder than normal, if those of you who have experienced my Icy Hands of Death can believe that... My head is aching like a bitch. A bitch, I say. I fell asleep for a few hours (4 or 5) and now I must stay up all night working on this god-forsaken paper so my English teacher will have time to look over it tomorrow so I can revise it tomorrow night so I can turn it in a day early for credit without quality *snicker* loss. And I would REALLY like to know where my water bottle went...
Clothing: Uh. Oversized... um... beige-ish long sleeved shirt, jeans. I lost my shoes at some point, which is a shame because my feet are freezing.
Mental: Curse you and your writings, William Blake. And curse all research papers...
Emotional: Sort of flipped out last night. I'm okay. Really. *twitch* This song is bringing back memories of the last two years (Lit's "Addicted to you". Look up the lyrics. Michael, you might cringe a little.)
Misc: There is no Misc. PAPER! Okay, I lied. I procrastinate like none other, don't I? Yeeesh. Taking a survey that I've halfway done twice, but each time the comp (dad's) died on me. Poo.
Quiz:


Which 10 Things I Hate About You Character Are You?

Katerina Stratford, you've got issues. Ever since your mom died you've had a huge grudge to bear against anything and anyone who tries to get close to you. You don't care that 'heinous bitch' is the term used most often to describe you, in fact, you kinda like it. You're an outcast, happy in the knowledge that very few people other than Mandella, your trusted friend, will even come near you. You don't care about men, you'd rather listen to your angry girl music, read depressing novels and dream of starting up your own band. You have an answer to everything, and you trust no-one. You won't ever be caught flashing the teacher to get someone out of detention, will you?

Brittany is constantly telling me I remind her of Kat. hrm.

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<b>Physical:</b> Apparently, I am still sick. The sight of food still makes me want to creep away quietly. I am actually colder than normal, if those of you who have experienced my Icy Hands of Death can believe that... My head is aching like a bitch. A bitch, I say. I fell asleep for a few hours (4 or 5) and now I must stay up all night working on this god-forsaken paper so my English teacher will have time to look over it tomorrow so I can revise it tomorrow night so I can turn it in a day early for credit without quality *snicker* loss. And I would <i>REALLY</i> like to know where my water bottle went...
<b>Clothing:</b> Uh. Oversized... um... beige-ish long sleeved shirt, jeans. I lost my shoes at some point, which is a shame because my feet are freezing.
<b>Mental:</b> Curse you and your writings, William Blake. And curse all research papers...
<b>Emotional:</b> Sort of flipped out last night. I'm okay. Really. *twitch* This song is bringing back memories of the last two years (Lit's "Addicted to you". Look up the lyrics. Michael, you might cringe a little.)
<b>Misc:</b> There is no Misc. PAPER! Okay, I lied. I procrastinate like none other, don't I? Yeeesh. Taking a survey that I've halfway done twice, but each time the comp (dad's) died on me. Poo.
<b>Quiz:</b> <lj-cut text="hehe">

<a href="http://www.catwalkqueen.net"><img src="http://www.catwalkqueen.net/quiz/kat.jpg"></a><br><a href="http://www.catwalkqueen.net">Which 10 Things I Hate About You Character Are You?</a>

<i>Katerina Stratford, you've got issues. Ever since your mom died you've had a huge grudge to bear against anything and anyone who tries to get close to you. You don't care that 'heinous bitch' is the term used most often to describe you, in fact, you kinda like it. You're an outcast, happy in the knowledge that very few people other than Mandella, your trusted friend, will even come near you. You don't care about men, you'd rather listen to your angry girl music, read depressing novels and dream of starting up your own band. You have an answer to everything, and you trust no-one. You won't ever be caught flashing the teacher to get someone out of detention, will you?</i>

Brittany is constantly telling me I remind her of Kat. hrm.

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