SAT=DEATH!
I hate the SAT's. Everyone puts so much pressure on you, and then when you don't do well, your parents get all disappointed and stuff. I wish I was like Ted. He took them in eighth grade and got a 1200. He's so smart. Who wants to steal his brain with me? Anywho, I'm done worrying about them, I'll retake them in October. So, the car wash was wicked fun, I got soaking wet thanx to some people...coughGreekcough. Red Cross was boring, we're going to the Science Museum for our end-of-the-year party! Yesterday was cool, Laura's party was wicked fun. Ted being gone wasn't actually that bad this time. I wasn't the depressed and didn't mope around the house. So, Neville is hott, I saw him for the first time today. MCAS tmrw, at least I am missing long block physics! Yea! I don't even want to know what I got on my test. MB in two freakin days. I can not believe it! I feel like I just left it... Anywho, that's all from moi...I need a new snazzy saying to have when I close these thingers, gimme some ideas.