| 07:13pm est; Today can not get any worse. So I'm sitting in history. "Oh yeah, put everything away. You guys have a Pop Quiz." Holy sex, &to add to it, teach says "But leave out your homework. It's an open note quiz." I guess it wouldn't be so bad concidering that I didn't do that homework. Wee. Okay, so while I'm trying to guess the answers to this test, Mr. D comes up and is like "Do you think this is funny?" &shows me my test from like 2 weeks ago. &lucky me, 15.5 out of 30. [translation: around a 50.] So while I'm bombing this test, I find out I completely jacked that one. Not to mention, our current events project was due today, but Greg couldn't get the power point to do right. We have to do it tomorrow. &since I'm retarded, I automatically volunteered to do it so that I knew it would get done. Lucky me, I DON'T HAVE POWER POINT. So now, the groups going to fail &it's no longer Greg's fault, it's mine. Wow. Could it get any better.
I'm going to flat out say it (since I'm in that type of mood):
Michelle S: Nobody likes you. Nobody wants to talk to you (especially Hana) so stop calling. I don't want to talk to you either, so don't try. My lunch table doesn't want to talk to you, be near you, or smell you. So unless you want that experience to happen again, I suggest you stay clear.
Dann: <&%$# i love you.
Britt: Sorry, we're screwed. Don't hate[me].
Uglyface: I miss you. a lot. take me away, ok.
okay. _n#
|
