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-work is too much for me at the end of the year. Come to thnk of it, I have no room to talk and shouldn't be saying anything about 'homework' in general just one particular class. 20th Century History... it's like no matter how hard I work I can't get a good grade. It's just not fiar. But the thing is, it is not me. Its my teacher, he is the worst at grading the whole world. I have never experienced someone so horrible. I'm so happy we don't have him next semester. Later

I'm sort

of sick. And I'm sort of mad that I decided to come to school but I'm glad I did to so that I could come to this pool party for the little kids after school. The only reason I'm doing it is for credit for a class and some volunteer hours, and I guess to spend some time laughing at Leonard because thats always entertaining. Anyway, I'm in yearbook which is always going to be my favorite class for reasons that I can't explain and only a few that I can. Well, I have to get to work.

I'm in

yearbook class. I love this class. I look forward to it everyday that I have it. I need to get a hold of Mrs. J but I can't because I'm no longer allowed to comment on her blog?
It's a little weird, but thats okay with me. I guess I'll just have to write her a note or e-mail her. I guess I should probably get back to yearbook now. I'll blog later-- if I get the chance because I've got a lot to say....lately.

Just so

anyone that actually reads my dumb blog. I'm done with a lot the petty stuff that I was dealing with just last week. Reasons can be left unknown.

Oh and

if I'm not cheered up tonight I'll be happy by tomorrow because its my birthday. Only one more hour now!

I'm not mad

at her. I'm mad at the fact that they were there. I'm mad at the fact that I let if effect me. I should have kept going. I shouldn't have started crying in my sweat. I shouldn't have been so stupid. Why do I let them get to me. Maybe it's because they're not my true friends and I thought they were and I'm still not over it all, even though I really want to be. It's not totally fair. I just want to be at the next football game because its away and its going to be great, I hope that is. I can't stop hiccuping. I need to finish my homework but I'm too tired. I want to finish this and go to bed. Maybe I'll do a little bit. Maybe, maybe not.

I want

to go eat my food that Mrs. D made put in the front of the room. I'm in my cheer uniform today. I don't really want to because its not totally comfortable. But I'm pulling though. We don't have anything to do in yearbook. I already finished all my work. I really want more to do but theres nothing... I'm going to go eat that food... but I can't bring the music with me. I think I'm going to check Mrs. J's blog while I'm waiting for something to do.