What if I could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours, or would your restlessness consume fading memories of me? Fall into open arms that offer their protection... --- It is over, it has ended, it is no longer in my life, it has ceased, halted, DONE for two months. And what is it? Why, the school year of course! I made an 84 on my Biology final!!!! I thought I was going to fail it horribly and on Espanol I made a 92 and my final average is a 96. Child Development, since it was SO hard I got a 97 on exam and a 98 in the class. History and English I took today, would have known my grade in History if I had not been the first person in the class alphabetically and I went back after school for detention, but he would not tell me it since I did not show up voluntarily and that if I really wanted to know my grade on exam/final that I would have to email him and request it, which is why I am ever so glad to be out of his class. YAY!! No more Leonard, no more Haney, no more Applegate. YAY There shall be no more unneeded problems caused by people and the cruel words, no more having to deal with the ignorance of people or the many unintelligent. Sure, I will still have to see people each day but not those that I will only see at school. I have two months from May 28 until August 9 of my "freedom" away from school. I cannot say freedom for two months as I have drivers ed classes for a full week in July, now that is going to be a hell of a time and you all know it. The Spanish detention this morning sucked as I had to go to Mr. Garcia's room and help him pack since he is supposedly moving to a new classroom. He had so much shit for a Spanish teacher! Then he started to get all obsessive compulsive on me when I moved his Puerto Rico mini flag to the side to get some books down. He made me place it in the exact spot where it was before and told me to clean up his other book case, why you would need two I know not. That little example makes me relieved that I did not have him for a teacher. I did, however, have fun with the afternoon detention with Leonard. He had all these Economics and World History books so he had me move them to the Social Studies workroom with him. I took two at once, balancing one on my head and kicking the other the whole way there. Bwaha. I dropped many of the books on the ground, my feet and his feet, but he didn't complain since he said I was a better person outside of the class. That, being because in classes I have a high annoyance level with almost everyone around me since they seem to be morons, not that I am a genius, and talking all the time and having teachers know about me or me knowing about them is not my idea of a good time in school so I just sit there and listen to what the teachers have to say as they are the only ones that matter, take notes when forced to do so and then leave each day just wanting to be home. Of course, there are the sleeping classes that I usually sleep in everyday. Why am I speaking of school? It's over! Abby told me to shut up about being out of school, maybe I should listen to her as I have said it mucho times already, but it is not everyday that I even show such positive emotion in something so none of you can ruin it. Maybe she was just mad that she is not getting her summer vacation until June? This weekend nothing special is planned, as always, I will be at home in front of a computer screen. John has some baseball tournament so all day tomorrow they will be up at the fields, I may just go simply for the fact it is something to do besides imprinting my ass to the chair. Anyone actually doing something exciting? Something out of the ordinary movie-going? Or the eating out with your friends at some stupid place like Applebees? Yeah, I must be SO cool that I go with friends and sit at the restaurant for four hours or so when I have no special reason to be there except to just go. The last time I was out with a large group it was after the graduation party last year and then on birthdays when you ne'er want to be sang the birthday song by the workers but they do it anyway. Not to go to a restaurant with eight people just for the hell of it. If I want to hang out with people that bad, you go over to one of their houses and sit in a back or front yard. Or maybe I am just stupid with no friends to see what is fun about doing that, is that the case? Some people are clueless, I will add that. I have these cuts on the tips of my fingers where I ran the razor blade on them so they are just vertical cuts that are on all ten fingers on both hands and someone asked me how I got them and I said they were from my cat when I was playing with her and after they told me my cat was pyscho let it go. So that is what I told people when they questioned what it was. My own mother even believed it since my kitty can be odd like that at times. I carved the word despair onto my chest with the razor last night too. It felt.. great? The NyQuil in the house has ran out, not that my mother knew I had any to begin with. So the sleepless nights have returned, that is until I can go to Target and buy some more of that liquid. That will not be until Monday at least due to a tournament, chores, yard and house work, and my mother having to go to school for three days for post-planning or something like that. But again, who is to complain? And now I leave at the hour of nine this evening. To go listen to Ville, Davey, and Claudio's beautiful voices , and then listen to Mr. Depp in Don Juan de Marco. His Spanish accent is so beautiful in that movie. Have a grrrrreat week at school. Are you all off on Monday? Something about Memorial Day? Just curious, so I know whether to go online before four in the afternoon or not. There is no rant and rave for this entry, is that not news that makes you want to go cry?? Yeah, I am hardcore bitch you best not forget it. No, that was not meant to be taken seriously. Attila will know what I was speaking of though. ^.^ Your weakness kills everyone, so live. -_- Long to believe that support will never cease. Bitter and lonely, those they've left before. The vibrant hear so quickly growing old, the warmest eyes so quickly growing cold. Just a glance for they don't care to see what becomes of me.