Wednesday, Why Do You Hate Me So

I am stressed and I don't know why. Scratch that; it's because of Dr. Hurlow. Well, not her so much as the article due in twenty-two hours (she hasn't given my draft back yet) and the presentation I have to give tomorrow with no guidelines (except "be creative!" Really? I think no). I hate presentations. They make me literally ill. Seriously, I can't eat for at least 12 hours before I give an oral presentation or it won't be pretty. Sad, sad, sad.

Still, I'm feeling very antisocial. This is not a big deal, generally, cause I'm antisocial all the time. For some reason it's really bugging me now, cause I miss my friends and want to join in their fun hairdying/movie watching/dance party having times. This weekend, you better be awesome.

Also, I'm writing this before chapel. My concealer is missing, which gives me all sorts of free time to blog. I don't know why this needs noting, but I feel it does.

Double also. Dear Kate, thank you for tagging me in your music blog. It made me really happy. I hope I don't let you down. Please bug me this weekend so I don't forget to do it. Love, Tay.

Triple also. I love miscommunication. It happens all the time. Like now. Katelyn and I misheard each other, and now we're talking about Hey Arnold! Does it get any better? No. No, it does not.

I feel I should mention: The show Hey Arnold! includes an exclamation point. I'm not being dramatic, I promise. If you don't believe me, check out my blog title. That'll convince you.