My mom got my Report Card, it looks like shyt. AGAIN. God. What am I doing?! Anyways, that means, no party ((Either one)), no Neish, no Daddy, NO FUN EVER. God. My mom's crazy. She says crap like, "Girl, I'll kill you." And I catch her staring at me, like she wants to do it. And, I know she does... It hurts, hut hey, I'll deal. Anyways, I know I disappointed Shan Shan. I'm SOOO mad! Jeez. I'm gonna add more to this when I get home. Anyways, my mom took my lunch money. And yuh, I got more...but I figure if I stop eating all together, by Saturday, I can possibly pass out. My mom won't feel bad. But at least she'll give me lunch money. Not that I need it..It's a principle kinda thing. Anyways, Ebbie's here. Gotta go.