Another Bad Day

   Okayy, okayy. Today, was a bad day. Horrid, and morbid. Emotional, and reductional with feelings. So, lets start off with the fact, I HAVEN'T HAD A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP SINCE THE FRIDAY WE STARTED OUR VACATION!! I'm so irritated lately. I go to sleep everyday at three, wake up at seven. -___- It's really used considering I try to sleep starting from ten pm. STILL, I don't sleep well. My muscles are sore, so very sore. I was starving on my walk to school, even though I ATE BREAKFAST!! I'm feeling weird, this weird spidery feeling. I get it sometimes. At school, I come wanted to talk to my friend Jack. I need some comforting, he's good at that. Although, I HATE pitty parties endlessly. He was busy with someone else. So I offer Kelly (my childhood friend<3) ginger ale. I buy it alot of her in the mornings. That's what friends are for. That and I love taking care of her. I come back, he's still busy so whatever. I sit beside Kelly whispering things about her brother.. NO I DO NOT LIKE MIKE! Well, seems like it's time to go to class already. My teachers back. -sigh- We continue on our practice for the song we have to learn. He gives us a lecture of how hard he wants us to practice. BLAH BLAH BLAH! When I'm derturmined to practice, I always ask to us the backroom. I'm very competitive. Extremely. I spent over half an hour practicing untill the first 5 bars are perfect. I cried because.. well I'm just not good with dotted notes. Hate them so much. So after that, I get out of the practice room. He gives us are marks. OH DEAR GAWD! HOW DO I HAVE A 66!?!/ I TRY TO FECKING HARD IN THAT CLASS!! ARGH!! WHY DO I HAVE A 66!?!? I'M THE ONE IN THE WHOLE CLASS WHO TRIES SOO HARD!! -sigh-  okayy, okayy. Bad start for today.

       The bell rings after I was reading my pixie book. I walk off to english already looking depressed. In that class, I seem to be the only one who feels guilty in that class because nobody's handed in their ISP, but I seem to be the only who's broken hearted because ms. O'Neil looks like she might cry on the spot. It eats away at me.. SHIT I REALIZED, I forgot my money at home. I buy a drink and eat Jancy's left overs. I spend lunch reading. No one's really their. Hmm... I want to talk to him right now.. Great, where's my bio partner project. He's not here. Ohh their he is. We have to pick numbers out of a cup. -shivers- Were number eight. We prey SOO hard we don't go up today. I was having mini panic attacks. Erghh. That reminds me, I hate it when people say something SO UTTERLY RUDE, AND EXPECT YOU NOT TO TAKE OFFENCE INTO IT!! Anyways, we don't go up, but by the end of the class my left arm is clawed up by my nails. Math coems and I forgot to do my work. MY MATH TEACHER ALWAYS YELLS AT ME!! My friend Mike askes me if he can put his jacket my locker (I share with Kelly).. I do. He askes "what's with the lipstcik?" but I'm not wearing any. "it's chapstick." "Then why are your lips coloured." I show him it. "It makes me look pale." "Eww, pale means you don't go out alot." The turn to him and say in total sacrasic mode "CH'YEAH!! No wonder your so fat." LIKE I'M  SORRY I'M NOT AS SKINNY AS MY FRIENDS!! I'M SORRY I HAVE FAT PEOPLE GENES! I'm sorry, that my friends are asain and I'm not. Your nto taht first person who's either implied or said it. The rest of the day just FECKS me over so much. So angred. -sigh- Life goes on.