this is all a joke.
The library is hot. The school is hot. It went from 9 degrees to 32. It feels like spring outside. That is sad. 32 degrees is warm. Pretty much everything about myself is pissing me off today. I am still sick, and yet I came to school. I'm failing spanish and I couldn't care less. I've completed all work for 1st semester. all that is left are finals, tomorrow and friday. Tomorrow should be entertaining- spanish. I told my mom that I am going to make a picture for her with the bubble sheet. Friday is English and World Cultures, it shouldn't be too bad. This weekend should rawk. Perhaps life will begin looking up?