I Wouldn't Notice

Mood: Everything..!
iTunes: Dark Blue - Jack's Mannequin

Blogger is being silly, and whenever I click a link to an entry I've written or try to look at my blog it tells me I don't have permisson. I don't have permission to read what I thought I wrote.

Oh well. It'll work itself out sooner or later.

I have a three-day weekend. Which, for me, equals one day off. One day off. I don't get a weekend, for the time being, and I am pissed as hell about it, in case you haven't heard me mention it at some other point.

Here's my weekend: I leave at around 3 pm on Friday. I teach a class at 7 pm. I spend the night up there, and wake up at 7:30 am. I work till 3:15 pm. I sit around Saturday afternoon/night after the 2 hour-long drive home, and then bitch and moan to whoever will listen about how bored I am. This goes on till around 10, when my parents come down and make me go to bed. Then I have church and various other stupid meetings starting at 11:30 am on Sunday, and then I go to bed and my week starts over again.

So, a three-day weekend is AMAZING for me. Because I get to sleep in until 9, but no later because my stupid body clock hates life/me. But I have amazing-looking plans, possibly...And I am a little bit excited or something like that.

Um...When will people start taking me seriously? I'm 17. Not four. I know I act like it. At least sometimes. But I know when it matters and when it doesn't, really. I'm getting really really really mad about people who think that I...I can't even think of words for it, because I really don't know what their problem is. But it should stop.

Anyway. Have a nice afternoon.

-megan.