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Urghhh, feel like crap. Allergies = not cool. At all. /: And I've got the first five chapters of The Great Gatsby to take notes on. I'm actually just going to go through the sparknotes version; just because I read 102 pages doesn't mean I want to take Cornell notes on 102 pages, particularly not when I slept very poorly and in fact am still having to get up and blow my nose like every five minutes. I'd ask to stay home, but I'm afraid of what Neeth might do to our project if I'm not there, and I would still very much like to get my essay back today, if I am in fact going to get my essay back today. (...or, what I could do is ask mum, then if she says yes text Kathleen to let me know when/where we're meeting, and to grab my paper if it gets returned so she can give it to me at the meeting.)

At any rate, the point is moot because I can't ask mum yet, it's only 5:45 in the morning so she'll just say "then go back to sleep and get up later." Uh, I can't go back to sleep, I have homework to finish. (Which I could probably turn in late if I wanted to, including the things I didn't finish that might not actually be accepted on Monday, since we had three days to turn it in, and which I should have turned in yesterday, since I finished it yesterday, but, uh, let's not think too deeply about that.)

I kind of hate those people who can sneeze all dainty and cute, the people who you just know have never had an allergy attack in their lives. Mostly because I'm envious of them. And to think, I thought my allergies wouldn't be that bad this year! And then May came around. Fucking May flowers.

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The sleeping's not going so well, the Benadryl isn't really working, and nobody's responding to my texts. Yeah, so far this isn't really working out.

Yesterday after tutorials I spent some time talking to Mr Williams. Mostly it was, "I'm taking the SAT on Saturday and I'm really nervous," which, I'm not really nervous, but I am a little concerned, because I haven't had Algebra II in two years, and the last test I took on it went miserably, so I think I'm understandably concerned. Whatever, I can brush up on it easily enough. What I'm actually concerned about is college. I'm not so concerned about my GPA (which isn't a perfect 4.0 but 3.6 isn't bad), or about my SAT scores (which... are probably going to be really good anyway, all things considered) but more about what the hell I'm going to do after college. I mean, Avenue Q puts it pretty well: What do you do with a B.A. in English?

You teach. Apparently, that's all you can do, because if I mention that I want to major in English, the usual response is, "Oh, East Bay has a great program for teaching credentials--" which would be totally helpful if I actually wanted to teach. Which I don't. So... yeah.

Guess it's a good thing I plan on minoring in foreign language! At least then I'll have some sort of value.