Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Green Day: American Idiot, track 4

Grocery list
Missing school is possibly the worst thing you could do to your highschool career...ok, maybe just to your highschool mentality. But close enough. This is what I've missed and/or have to make up.

Spanish- 1 paper, 1 test
Math-Nothing because I rock
Social studies-1 permission slip, 1 paper, 1 worksheet and probably more because this is the working class...no pun intended.
English- 1 response, 1 missing voice in class
Science- 1 quiz
Graphic Communications- 1 test

Wow, that looks like a rather hefty grocery list. And I just sneezed. It didn't sound like a sneeze though...so I feel like cracking up in class. OOooo I almost got a strip show from god. That rocks. Now I must proof her paper...it has 4 pages...I 'm on page 2...onward!!

My spanish teacher kept up her bitch appearance today. I think I've become her torture pet. I hate her. I definitely must drop her class...but I'm afraid to ask.

I'm tired as hell. And to think yesterday I rested all day. I barely did anything. Oh well. Tonight is archery. I hope I do well...and that Matt doesn't call me blonde...or I'll kick his irish ass. Let's pray I shoot a 200 today!! Or at least that I'm moved from 9 friggin meters. If I am not...I might scream.

Boyfriends- I want a certain someone to go out with another certain someone. But that doesn't seem to be happening...Damn them both. Her and her little churchboy must come together...Then I can be jealous and wish I had a churchboy of my very own. Then I can loathe myself for being one of the last in our group of friends to have a boyfriend....even though I supposedly have a "fan club"...who knows...it's probably some elderly pedafiole folk. Ah Well.

Recognition- Something nice happened. This weekend I was told I could draw really well by people I don't really see much of. And though I've been told this alot...it was rather refreshing. Because these weren't really my "group of friends" people. You never know if what your friends say is what they really mean on account of their your friends...they don't want to hurt you. But stranger's complements made me feel great about my work...and they encouraged me to go to japan. For that they rock.

Churchboys- I encountered many of those this weekend. They were everywhere at a confirmation I went to. One was nearly a foot away, turned towards me. And dear lord did I have the temptation to glomp him. Along with this guy with a cell phone I saw....Man, if Tom Welling had been there...there would soooo have been something going down in that church.

Ok, back to reading. Ciao!! *jumps over a random hood of a car*