Sniffles
Rochelle is getting better as she types. She had one of the happiest times of her life last night. I've never known what it feels like to be so happy it almost hurts. Well finals week went pretty well . . . I missed 3 on the art final. I feel like a retard for that. I hope my grades are quite decent for semester. I don't feel like getting the responsibility speech. Every time I hear "You're in high school, Rochelle," I want to gag. Hopefully I do something tonight . . . I don't want to be at this house with the parental units. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I prefer to utilize this weekend for all it's worth it's my first free weekend of this month and next week I'll be in Helena. Well, I'm happy, it's all good. Now I need to go blow-dry my hair.