Today was actually okay. It was actually better than most days. I got to see him 4 times today, instead of the regular 2 or 3. Even though, I was stuck in a room with Mr Huffman all day, it wasn't that bad. All he really did was give us work and he just sat down in a chair and was on the computer. The work was really easy too. Like something I would have done last year or something. The math was so easy, and the Socail Studies...woah. I didn't know it was that easy to find the answers in the book, I've never really done my social studies by myself, I usually always copy off someone's paper, because, I didn't really feel like taking a book home and having to search for every answer. Well, now I know how easy it is. The english was actually fun. We had to read and then answer the questions, which was pretty easy. And what we had to read, I could actually comprehend[sp?]. It was amazing. The science was easy too, it was just kind of review...I guess...uhhh...oh yea, and the spanish was easy too, you just had to read about how Latin American kids lived, and then answer like 5 questions. Simple. I finsished like all my work before lunch. So, when I got back from lunch, all I really did was day dream, and just think. It was fun. Tennis practice was fun. We had to pick LeeAnn up before we went, then when LeeAnn and I were finally in the car, we both realized we forgot our extra clouths. So my grandma had to drive back to LeeAnn's house so she could get her clouths and then back to mine. So we were kind of late. Not afficually late. We got there at 7:28 or so. So whatever. The bad thing is...I lost my tennis racket and I don't know where it is. I think I left it at the last tennis match we had. Like...I remember going inside to get a drink of water, and then going down to Mr. Love's room to get my stuff, but his room was locked, and then going back outside to get Mr. Love to unlock his room, then going outside to my grandma, but I don't remember if I had my tennis racket or not...Most likely not...oh well. Computer class was fun today. We had a sub! Wooh! The whole time basically I did 2 of my lessons while Zach was talking to me. He was like 'SATAN TYPES THAT FAST!' , and I just couldn't stop laughing, then we were doing something [I don't know what it's called] and he's like 'I HAVE JESUS'S LOVE [or blood...I can't remeber...] INSIDE OF ME' and I just started laughing...and then I lost...oh well. God, sometimes I just can't stand my grandmother. She just goes on and on about stuff, that I now I did, but she'll say I didn't. Like the other day at Arby's, Steph asked why I never flaten my hair, and I was like 'Because I don't like it flatened...' and my grandma was like 'You've never seen your hair flatened' WHAT THE FUCK! Yes, I have. How the fuck is she gonna say I've never seen my hair flatened. I was like 'Yes, I have' and she was like 'When was the last time you flatened your hair?' and I was like 'On Saturday.' and she was like 'No..' and I was like 'YEA WHEN YOU WENT TO GO PICK UP MANDY, I WAS FLATING MY HAIR TO SEE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE' and god...I just hate it when my grandma does that! And now like today, she's like 'You left your pants at school' NO, I DIDN'T! I remeber taking them out of my book bag and putting them in the laundery room. Jesus, I really hate it when she does that. God... God, I feel like killing myself. I'm just that....I dunno, I just got off the phone with Tara and for no apparent reason at all, I just felt depressed or pissed. I don't know which one it is. I think I'm more pissed than I am depressed, and I don't know why. She was just talking about how she stayed after for late bus and stuff, and right at that moment, I dunno what happened. I don't get it. It's weird? Ugh...I hate this. I hate feeling emotions and not know why I feel like it. And I swear there is like a virus or something in my computer. All these little pop up things keep on comming up. I think I'm gonna have to reboot my computer AGAIN! Fuck... I miss you. I hate this. I love you. I need you. I can't take this. This hurts. Just thinking about it. ... OH FUCK! I forgot. I think I know why I might be deppressed/pissed. At lunch Tara lifted up my writst band and she was like 'I knew it!' and I was just thinking how rude it is to do that. I don't go off pulling your writst bands up and shit. I'm afraid she'll tell people...and they'll tell more people...I'm so stupid, why the fuck did I do that? Am I just that stupid? I am. Fuck, how could I think that no one would find out. I even hid it. I can't believe this. God fucking damnit.