/sarcasm

So my weekend sucked. I mean, you'd think it would have been pretty awesome considering it was supposed to be the apocalypse, but... no. It sucked.

Saturday, as per the usual, was better than Sunday. That seems to be the general algorithm for week awesomeness. Is it even an algorithm? What the heck IS an algorithm?

al·go·rithm
-noun
A set of rules for solving a problem in a finite amount of steps

Well I guess I've been using "algorithm" wrong this whole time but at least I know how to spell it when I use it wrong. At any rate it seems to go like this. For me, at any rate.

Worst-Thursday-Monday-Sunday-Friday-Tuesday-Wednesday-Saturday-Best

Except Saturday sucked, so I don't have high hopes. I talked to people on Skype, got griped out for not liking buffs, and survived the not-apocalypse. It was really mediocre, which would have been nice for a Thursday but was very saddening for a Saturday.

Sunday should have been better considering where I went- Sioux City with Amanda and Rory and his girlfriend. Sioux City trips are always fun with Amanda. Except this time.

I just didn't feel right the whole day. It was really dumb. I mean, we ate at HuHot and went to the mall and saw Pirates 4. What could be so bad about that?

I don't know. I just felt horrible the whole time. Like I shouldn't have been there.

Which made it all the worse when we got back at seven. To my house. And my mom was not driving up to Sioux Rapids or even Storm Lake.

So no grad parties for me. I'm sure nobody noticed I wasn't there though. I tend to be pretty invisible.

Also, today sucked. And will suck even more. I have a headache, I spilled Dektol while trying to develop pictures (twice), mixed the fix wrong, and I'm just all around sucktastic today. And I still have to go to karate. If I don't my mom will yell at me.

And to top it off I can't write.

Hooray.

Life in general.

I have a love/hate relationship with it right now. Nobody reads this stupid blog anyway so I don't know why I'm posting on it.

What I love about life: People. Writing. Characters. Art, and mostly friends.

What I hate about life: People! My writing. Characters that don't listen. My lack of artistic talent, and ESPECIALLY friends.

I'm going through a depressive phase (and it IS just a phase,  because I don't have clinical depression, I'm not saying that people with depression or BPD or bipolar stuff are just going through a phase, it's just me personally) and you know how they always tell you in school to tell people if you want to kill yourself? I did. They said I'd get help. They forgot all about me. It's been almost two weeks now.

Oh, and to top it all off I might have diabetes. That's brilliant. But hey no one reads this junk anyway so it doesn't matter what I say here.

I swear the next person that tells me "you don't have it so bad, you don't live in Africa and you aren't starving" is going to get their throat slit open. Kids in Africa have physical problems sure but I'm sure they aren't as psychologically damaged as this nation. Besides, you can be poor without living in Africa. I would know.

Eff you, life.