Wasted

//KISS MY ASS!//

Is what a grumpy April told me this morning, when I informed her that I had 10 items done for my Reference annotated bibliography. She, on the other hand, had 2.

It's nobody's fault by your own...

I told her, with a slight smirk.

That wasn't a good idea. Even though this is the truth, she still got angry.

The bibliography is due tomorrow, and I didn't want to have to do it all tonight. So, being the slightly good kid that I am, I did as much yesterday as I could without passing out. April instead chose to spend time with Will. So now today all she's been doing is bitching because she has so much work to do tonight.

//At least I'm developing muscles!//

Because, apparently, this is more important than learning career skills.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so school oriented.