Today.. SUCKED.. it was worse than yesterday..
Started the day with a two-hour delay.. oh joy.. because I then had 1st and 2nd Pd.. which are such my favorites.. bullshit.
No third, No Fourth.. Jazz band.. oh hell.. it was better with Mrs. Latten than with Puhala.. I will give it that.
B-Lunch.. I was supposed to talk to Nanc, but she was a bit busy..
.. it's alright.. People are busy, and it happens.
Sixth Period.. hell I don't know what I did there.. No clue.
Seventh.. we're doing a requiz on our lowest quiz.. and a couple people had a choice out of two that tied.. And I'm the asshole who has had THREE FUCKIN 16.5 / 20 's in a ROW.. I feel so fuckin' inferior in that damned class now.. I'm fuckin' stupid.. and I get the impression that I should be understanding this shit and I dont.. I think I'm giving up.. because I feel worse every damned day in there.. I'm too fuckin' stupid.. and bloody hell I said some form of "fuck".. like 5 times there.. damn.
Eighth Period.. hell that's English.. though I do have a 92% in there now.. yay... but it wasn't enough to make up for 7th pd.
Musical.. was going fine.. I was hiding.. working on a certain persons.. gift shall we say.. and Then I had to get my costumes.. I was there for over a fucking hour.. I wanted to cry..
I guess Nanc called for me like every ten or so minutes... but no.. i was at the closet.. When I FINALLY left there (ten minutes till 7 mind you).. I swore the WHOLE way up the damned hall.... and Nanc was like "Where were you?".. "*mumble* Closet..* mumble* " and then i bitched about.. and i was one of the last to leave, cause I wanted a damned hug, cause I felt like bawling right then and there.. I was so tired of it all.. 
And what's worse.. is the ONLY person here around home that has mentioned ANYTHING about my birthday is Dad.. I've not got one damned card in the mail at all..
Great, I feel even lower thanks to that..
and I swear, they do any "surprise shit" .. and I'ma be pissed.. i hate surprises..
I want to cry.. I hate this.. I hate myself. 
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