Here I am again. Writing
another one of these dreary little things. I shouldn't be
writing them so close together...I
run out of things to say...
Let's see. First of
all, school sucks. I'm not getting an A in Law anymore...my
"slacker" class which is
really, really sad. I'm doing terrible in Calculus, and only a
TINY bit better in Math.
Real depressing. THEN, there's Chemistry. Which isn't
exactly my favorite class
either...bet I'm doing bad in that one too...Biology and
English are still my favorites...and
I guess a little more work in all areas couldn't
hurt my marks...*wince*
The forms are out!
I always wondered how they did it, you know...well...not wonder
as in the sense of really
caring, or really not knowing, but well...I guess I know now.
Who should I call the "most
likely to marry for money" or "biggest class clown?" Well
it wouldn't really matter
if I forgot to pick it up would it? So remind me! HEHE..
By the way, the form I'm
talking about is the one where the grads pick the ______iest
people in the grad class.
Have YOU been on the list? I probably won't be. I'm not too
much of anything, just
some of this and that.
You know what I've been
thinking of doing? Making pages about everyone I know
and writing things about
them...until I realized that anyone in the world could read
it and I really didn't
have that much to say about everyone. Well, not enough to
warrant their own page
anyway. I also thought of making a secret page without a
link to it where I could
write everything I REALLY thought...but then if some certain
people I knew found it...I'd
never want to face them again, because I'd know that they
knew, or one of them knew,
how I felt... After all, one of the reasons you DON'T tell
people things is because
you don't want to deal with what may happen if they only
knew...
Strange thought of the day:
Why has everyone got prom figured out?? Some people
have already planned the
people who will sit at their tables, bought their dresses
(like me...hehehe...),
bought all their accessories, and snagged dates! All I have is my
dress so far!!! And
I thought I was ahead of schedule...evidently not. Well what if
someone blows up the school?
Then it'd all be a huge waste of money!
Note to self: Must make entries more cheerful and funny...way too depressing...
Self: Maybe it's 'cause you don't feel cheerful and funny...
Reply to self: Well...SO???!
Self: *knowing smirk*
Reply: If looks could kill...
Self: Well, you'd be dead, wouldn't you?
Reply: ....
Since I'm in a really...great...mood, I'll put a nice, happy quote here:
"I think horrible is still
coming. Right now it's worse. Right now I'm just trying
to keep from dying.
I can't breathe, Willow. I feel like I can't breathe."