Ha ha! Project number 1209 started for Sakura Tachibani!! Bwabwabwa I am heroic! Just kidding, I'm a slytherin villain. Wurd up homie shout at ye boi.
I've got too many projects. Ughhhh. I've got to finish Halloween Dreams and try to get it published, make nine Christmas gifts, go to Wal-Mart, read a book, analyze said book, create a prezi on forementioned book, present said prezi, deliver said Christmas presents, upload a tiny crow picture, draw two more and upload those, re-size the damn things, and, finally, figure out what to do with and what to name this stupid artist's journal I bought from Michael's. Not to mention buying a few more books from Barnes & Noble. And then making sure my friends don't freeze or starve to death, or never talk to their parents again. And then making sure I write my three freaking college essays, one in four days, and making sure I get all of those applications sent in. And then studying for my math test and doing all of my math homework that's built up.
Is this what it's like to be a freaking adult?? Let's see... let's examine my math teacher. He's got to grade papers, create lesson plans, keep his kids clothed and fed, make sure his wife is happy, keep his family satisfied, make time for his kids, make sure they get to school everyday, save up money, fix the car, clean the house, get leisure items, make time for his wife, pay the water, electric, phone, internet, and cable bills, (yes to the oxford comma), make time for his students, go to meetings, go to school events, and still find time for himself. What the hell is wrong with this. We can't do a million gazillion things. No wonder the suicide rates are up. We're so stressed we don't know what else to do. Sigh.