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Today was sort of an awful day.
I need to update more. I enjoy chronicling my life, and I know that some of you enjoy reading my chronicles.
Anyway, I knew it was going to be an awful day right from the start because I woke up and felt more tired than I have in weeks. I don't think I've actually ever felt this tired just waking up before. Anyway, I was kind of happy because my mom made muffins for me for breakfast. That was good. But then I was off to school.
My day started out with a stomachache. A fucking stomachache. ...I don't get sick. Anyway, I went to the music wing as usual, but it was just... different. I didn't feel good. I didn't want to be around people. I wanted to be alone like all day today and I would have been fine with that.
Gym sucked. I got really sick really fast and went and threw up in the bathroom down in the locker rooms. It was disgusting but I knew that my mom wouldn't let me go home, so I just went back to playing badminton because I'm hardcore like that. I played with Stoophie, who's definitely one hell of an awesome badminton-er.
AlgII/Trig was fucking amazing. I understood everything we were doing and nearly everyone else was struggling. However, I didn't offer anyone help. I don't do that. Nobody fucking helps me with my math so if I get it I'm supposed to show other people? No.
ISP.... my favorite class. Good god.
"Jack Bauer's daughter lost her virginity. He got it back for her."
Yearbook II... Kbrem left today to go to San Antonio for the weekend. And good for him. He needs a vacation, much like I.
Band was odd. I fell asleep. I mean, seriously. Who falls asleep in band?
English pissed me the fuck off. Ms. Fleming changed the seating arrangement and I'm still in the same spot that I've been in since the beginning of the year. I'm right next to her, and she treats me like I'm a special ed kid or something. Now, before today, I just didn't care. I was always by a friend or something, but now I'm next to this kid who doesn't talk, and I'm sick of sitting right by her and her shushing me all the time, even if I'm not talking. I don't understand what the fuck I did wrong, so today I told her that I wanted to move.
"I don't want to sit here anymore. Give me a new seat."
"Well, we'll see how you act today, and that will determine if you get a new seat tomorrow."
"Um... you don't make anyone else do that."
"Just calm down, everything's OK."
"I am calm... I just want a new seat, I'm sick of sitting next to you."
"Well, if you behave today, we'll give you a new seat tomorrow, but we're going to switch your seat every day."
I mean, seriously, what the fuck is that? I don't want to be treated like I'm 2.
Anyway, after school, I went home and did the best thing I do to destress: I cleaned. I cleaned my ass off. My room is so organized now, I'm thrilled. Cords are under control. I have a drawer in my desk now for all my computer peripherals. It's a good thing.
And now I'm writing to the Internet, hoping that it can give me some sort of solace in bad days. Or just general stress.
I need a break from life. Vacation. Florida. 14 days. Need now.
Oh, yeah, yesterday I got a fucking parking ticket. I wasn't even in a 2-hour zone, but evidently the cop thought that I was. It's $30, and I'm contesting it. That's a joke. I don't want to pay a fine for something I didn't even do.
I can take solace in the coming weekend. 3 of my good friends (Alexa, Olivia and Sawyer) are coming down from Eau Claire. Their parents are best friends with my parents, so they're coming down for the weekend for fun. We get to carry on our traditions! And shopping! I'm psyched about that.
Anyway, I'm glad tomorrow's Thursday. I need a break from school.
I need to update more. I enjoy chronicling my life, and I know that some of you enjoy reading my chronicles.
Anyway, I knew it was going to be an awful day right from the start because I woke up and felt more tired than I have in weeks. I don't think I've actually ever felt this tired just waking up before. Anyway, I was kind of happy because my mom made muffins for me for breakfast. That was good. But then I was off to school.
My day started out with a stomachache. A fucking stomachache. ...I don't get sick. Anyway, I went to the music wing as usual, but it was just... different. I didn't feel good. I didn't want to be around people. I wanted to be alone like all day today and I would have been fine with that.
Gym sucked. I got really sick really fast and went and threw up in the bathroom down in the locker rooms. It was disgusting but I knew that my mom wouldn't let me go home, so I just went back to playing badminton because I'm hardcore like that. I played with Stoophie, who's definitely one hell of an awesome badminton-er.
AlgII/Trig was fucking amazing. I understood everything we were doing and nearly everyone else was struggling. However, I didn't offer anyone help. I don't do that. Nobody fucking helps me with my math so if I get it I'm supposed to show other people? No.
ISP.... my favorite class. Good god.
"Jack Bauer's daughter lost her virginity. He got it back for her."
Yearbook II... Kbrem left today to go to San Antonio for the weekend. And good for him. He needs a vacation, much like I.
Band was odd. I fell asleep. I mean, seriously. Who falls asleep in band?
English pissed me the fuck off. Ms. Fleming changed the seating arrangement and I'm still in the same spot that I've been in since the beginning of the year. I'm right next to her, and she treats me like I'm a special ed kid or something. Now, before today, I just didn't care. I was always by a friend or something, but now I'm next to this kid who doesn't talk, and I'm sick of sitting right by her and her shushing me all the time, even if I'm not talking. I don't understand what the fuck I did wrong, so today I told her that I wanted to move.
"I don't want to sit here anymore. Give me a new seat."
"Well, we'll see how you act today, and that will determine if you get a new seat tomorrow."
"Um... you don't make anyone else do that."
"Just calm down, everything's OK."
"I am calm... I just want a new seat, I'm sick of sitting next to you."
"Well, if you behave today, we'll give you a new seat tomorrow, but we're going to switch your seat every day."
I mean, seriously, what the fuck is that? I don't want to be treated like I'm 2.
Anyway, after school, I went home and did the best thing I do to destress: I cleaned. I cleaned my ass off. My room is so organized now, I'm thrilled. Cords are under control. I have a drawer in my desk now for all my computer peripherals. It's a good thing.
And now I'm writing to the Internet, hoping that it can give me some sort of solace in bad days. Or just general stress.
I need a break from life. Vacation. Florida. 14 days. Need now.
Oh, yeah, yesterday I got a fucking parking ticket. I wasn't even in a 2-hour zone, but evidently the cop thought that I was. It's $30, and I'm contesting it. That's a joke. I don't want to pay a fine for something I didn't even do.
I can take solace in the coming weekend. 3 of my good friends (Alexa, Olivia and Sawyer) are coming down from Eau Claire. Their parents are best friends with my parents, so they're coming down for the weekend for fun. We get to carry on our traditions! And shopping! I'm psyched about that.
Anyway, I'm glad tomorrow's Thursday. I need a break from school.