You'll regret this in the morning

It's....oh....1:18 in the morning(I guess you could call that morning, I'll let you argue amongst yourselves about that one) and I sit here, awake. Not just awake, but blogging. I am supposed to wake up for school somewhere between 5:30-6am. I don't think it needs to be said that it will be a rough morning. I just laid in bed for a good 30-45 minutes and could not fall asleep. I think I got close a few times, but obviously not close enough. I see it has been almost ten days since my last confession, so I'm not doing too badly.

Let's see.....school. School is school. I have one week and one day left. You can't even really count the one day because I just have two tests to take, so it's not like I have to sit and learn anything. Not too shabby, eh? I've done well and should finish will mostly, if not all, A's. I'm thoroughly sick of school and the break will not be even close to long enough. Every day is like a Jerry Springer rerun. Everything but the "Jerry, Jerry!!" part, though I imagine that some are thinking that. I got all the pictures printed for school finally. I got tired of people asking. I got great feedback, except two things:

1. I received a few comments like "wow, you have a really nice camera". While this is true, I take that to mean that you are assuming that my "nice camera" was the reason that these pictures came out the way they did. I can assure you that, while my "nice camera" helped, it was not the sole reason the pictures came out nicely. I'm well aware they didn't mean it that way and that they weren't being malicious, but it is important to understand that without any understanding of photography, the camera is just an unsharpened pencil, a dry paintbrush. Do not misunderstand my words for arrogance, I know I'm new to this, but compared to my class, I may as well be a professional. In other words, the only thing they want to know is: "What button do I press to take the picture?" There is so much more to it than that.
2. I knew, from the day that I got conned into taking over the whole Historian position, that somehow, someone would bitch that there weren't enough pictures of them. I knew. As I said, everyone was pretty happy with the pictures, and I had started to get comfortable, thinking I had avoided pissing anyone off. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. I finally hear it: "Why aren't there any pictures of me in here?" But wait, it gets better! Not only is someone complaining, but it's the person I loathe most in class! Now, first of all, there were a couple of pictures of her in there(2 if you want to get picky), BUT it was totally unintentional. I promise. I tried very very hard to get everyone I could in the pictures just so that I didn't have to hear any bitching about anyone being left out. The only ones I left out were the ones that were adamant about not having their picture taken. So I first kindly point out that she is in fact in a few pictures. She then takes it upon herself to point out that she isn't. I'm not about to argue about it, so I tell her that I took the pictures, I printed them, so I think that I know who is in the pictures. She didn't say anything else to me about it, but I'm positive she mouthed off about it later.

Later that day the same girl got into it with a teacher. I couldn't even tell you what it was about, but it never ceases to amaze me how little respect these students have for their teachers. It's really a damn shame. I will say that it is obvious that this teacher doesn't like her, but it doesn't make this girl any less disrespectful. She's an asshat, plain and simple. She doesn't raise her hand, talks far too much, and spends the entire test review begging for extra points. The annoying part about her begging is that she spends class time answering the questions as though she knows the material like the back of her hand. You would think that if you knew the material that well you would not need the extra points. AN-NOY-ING.

I also was involved in my first major internet smackdown/manhunt. I'll spare you all the details. If you really want to read it, you can check it out here . Now, I love some drama as much as the next person, but if you want to start shit, at least own up to it. That's what got me fired up over the whole thing, the hiding. Shady, that is. I think all we learned from that is that we're assholes and our whole birthboard thinks so apparently. Riiiiight. Nana nana boo boo. I am rubber, you are glue and so on.

Well, now that I've spent a sufficient amount of energy blogging instead of sleeping, I will go to bed and try again. Wish me luck, I'm supposed get my smart on, and that is hard to do when you're lacking sleep.