I hate my life.
Okay, so today actually started out okay. I woke up, went to school, threw pop tarts at some people... You know, the usual. Math class was even cool, because Olivia said she wanted to get down on her knees for me, and do it in public (actually she was just singing me the song "In Public.) Every thing was going well... Until I came home. My mom found out about all my grades, and after getting bitched at for about an hour, she told me to go online and find a boarding school. So that's what I'm doing right now. She told me that she's going to book a flight and go check out some schools, and if she likes them, I'll be staying. I hate this.