so. Monday. sucked big fatty balls. One, it was Monday. Already off to a horrible start. Two, I wake up late. Then, I spend 15 minutes looking for my damn thermos, and it was right on my dresser. So I make tea. I make it extra hot cause the seal on my thermos is broken, and by the time practice is over, my tea will have cooled off. But I fix the seal. So my tea is scalding hot and I burn my tongue. Woot. Then, because I couldn't find my thermos, I was late to morning practice, and Prewitt gets mad. Just what I need, shit from him. So he tells me I'm weight-lifting with the rest of the team. Okay. So I have to get out at 6:40 to get to 0 period at 7. But the clock in the weight room is wrong, and I wasn't informed, or I'm just not smart enough to figure it out. So, when it gets to 6:40, I ask what time it is, and it's 6:55. Thanks alot Prewitt. So I am all gross and sweaty from work-out, no time for shower, no belt for my over sized pants. So I say fuck 0 period, I'm taking a shower. So I miss review for the quiz in 0 peroid. Wonderful. Then, I go back to change, and my pants are gone. Fucking thief on that team. So I have to wear Elli's pajama shorts to school and show my ugly legs. Yay for me. At least it was pajama day. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I don't get to eat at break cause I'm finishing my history notes. In Drama, we were ready to perform, but we wanted ot wait til Tuesday so we could make it better. But no one volunteered so the whole class got zeros. But Davis decided we would all perform after Red Ribbon skits and not get anything better than a B. But he was really disappointed with me which made me really really sad, cause I hate that. And he doesn't hide it wither. Ugh. Then, at lunch, I stay to watch Peter's radio play, cause I think Kiefer's gonna be there, but he doesn't show cause they thought the doors were locked. So afterwards I have to go to my math class to try and get help on the crap we're doing, cause I'm gonna fail if I don't start understanding some stuff. And then I come home, Antony's pissed off cause I'm "not doing anyhting" as usual, yet the dishes still get done and the food put away and the table cleared and the floor swept. That all just happens by itself. Then I get on here and Kiefer like hates me now cause I'm never with him. And, he was being retarded in English today which kinda made me want to punch him in the face. But I know it's not his fault, it's all mine, just like always. I love him, but I can't just stand in the quad with him all lunch every lunch, ya know? Sometimes there's things I gotta do, and sometimes, I wanna hang out with other people. It's not that I love him less or ANYHING LIKE THAT AT ALL. I just... can't be with him all the time.