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it's amazing how you can have such a great day, and in ONE second it can be ruined.
my mom was finally proud of my report card. except for gym. she called my guidance counselour and told her to tell Mrs. Denniston that my grade is unfair. Which, it is. My friend Ashley only swam TWICE, and she got a 77. I swam everytime but ONCE, because I had my reasons...lol...and I get a frickin 62. I'm SO not failing my senior year because of GYM. Ew. I've passed EVERY OTHER YEAR. I've NEVER had to go to summer school for it. EVER. She's not fair. She also told the counselour to tell mrs. D. some other choice words. they made me chuckle.
that was the good day part. i guess the bad day part was the part when I started missing dave again. but I'm seeing him tomorrow. for like, 3 hours. but hey, whatever works.
i start babysitting this little slice named Jake saturday and he's only 4 or 5 months old. He's a doll. <3
-sighs- i'm so moody. i need my dave and i miss him like CRAZY. i hope he calls. he did last night. i doubt he will tonight though. when i go for a long time without seeing him, i start to think alot about stupid stuff. but remember, we don't talk about these things anymore. not in here.
long story short- my mom hates my racist gym teacher, my report card was very good, and I miss my dave.
i need yet another hot bath and some MCR before my movie comes on. that was awesome yesterday. if i get one of those everynight, i just might make it being here for another few months. freedom from this place= <3
adios.
my mom was finally proud of my report card. except for gym. she called my guidance counselour and told her to tell Mrs. Denniston that my grade is unfair. Which, it is. My friend Ashley only swam TWICE, and she got a 77. I swam everytime but ONCE, because I had my reasons...lol...and I get a frickin 62. I'm SO not failing my senior year because of GYM. Ew. I've passed EVERY OTHER YEAR. I've NEVER had to go to summer school for it. EVER. She's not fair. She also told the counselour to tell mrs. D. some other choice words. they made me chuckle.
that was the good day part. i guess the bad day part was the part when I started missing dave again. but I'm seeing him tomorrow. for like, 3 hours. but hey, whatever works.
i start babysitting this little slice named Jake saturday and he's only 4 or 5 months old. He's a doll. <3
-sighs- i'm so moody. i need my dave and i miss him like CRAZY. i hope he calls. he did last night. i doubt he will tonight though. when i go for a long time without seeing him, i start to think alot about stupid stuff. but remember, we don't talk about these things anymore. not in here.
long story short- my mom hates my racist gym teacher, my report card was very good, and I miss my dave.
i need yet another hot bath and some MCR before my movie comes on. that was awesome yesterday. if i get one of those everynight, i just might make it being here for another few months. freedom from this place= <3
adios.