Am bad girl.
NaNo word count for today = zero.
Putzing around online levels = high.
Random stress about maths, to point of parents threatening to ring school = high.
Equally random outbreaks of tears = high.
Urge to use Bad Words and do other such random stuff just because I *can* = astronomical.
Abject stupidity levels = entirely off the scale.
Bah. I'm going to London with $RANDOMCHURCHPEOPLE tomorrow. That should make me (miserable/annoyed/happy/less stupid/less depressed/more depressed/increasingly random/more disaffected/less disaffected/completely stupid) some other type of feeling. But I haven't a clue what.
NaNo word count for today = zero.
Putzing around online levels = high.
Random stress about maths, to point of parents threatening to ring school = high.
Equally random outbreaks of tears = high.
Urge to use Bad Words and do other such random stuff just because I *can* = astronomical.
Abject stupidity levels = entirely off the scale.
Bah. I'm going to London with $RANDOMCHURCHPEOPLE tomorrow. That should make me (miserable/annoyed/happy/less stupid/less depressed/more depressed/increasingly random/more disaffected/less disaffected/completely stupid) some other type of feeling. But I haven't a clue what.
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Date: 2002-11-16 10:48 am (UTC)From:You could just get a tutor like almost everyone else did...
my mum tutors as does Mrs Hopkins (and she's good, but not at mechanics).
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Date: 2002-11-17 06:21 am (UTC)From:Re:
Date: 2002-11-17 07:05 am (UTC)From: