It's late and I haven't started any homework...and tonight it's actually not my fault.
I went the Honors Night thing at school and my parents were all like "you're so great, I'm so proud of you, blah blah blah." I was just sitting there thinking that I could have been a Principal Scholar if I'd really tried. That was my goal at the end of last year. At that point my GPA was somewhere around a 3.8, or at least that's where I told myself it was. Not anymore, thanks to Yearby...so yeah. Basically I suck. But my parents are pretending I don't, at least for the night. And now our uber-complicated prom situation has become even more complicated. I tried talking to Fiona but it didn't work at all. She was just making me mad, so then I stopped talking. I don't care...she still wants to use Caitlin's house as a backup plan, but I told her we couldn't. Muahahaha. That's what you get for trying to divide the group up once again. ARGGGGGGGGH!!!!!! Prom is definitely not worth it...
AND CAMERON NEEDS TO DIE!!!!!!!!
You just don't do stuff like that in front of the parentals.
AND CAMERON NEEDS TO DIE!!!!!!!!
You just don't do stuff like that in front of the parentals.