"And I give myself three days to feel better, or else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff. Because if I can't learn to make myself feel better, how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?" Today...let's see (a hint towards a morbidly boring entry, I'm sure). First period I had chemistry...it wasn't too bad at all. I felt pretty good, because I actually understood what we were doing, rather than the usual floundering about with moles and atoms and molecules and Avogadro's number and hoping my four-string equations are done properly. I hate STP. 22.4 liters...22.4 liters...22.4 liters...6.02 x 10^23...6.02 x 10^23...6.02 x 10^23...too many ehffing numbers for me inc hem, I'll tell you h'what. Second period...bonjour français quatre! I think we "reviewed", but really, we just talked to the newest exchange student from Germany. Although, she's not really an exchange student...she's just visiting Theresa, the actual German exchange student, on holiday. She's nice though. And ridiculously good with French. AP French is going to annihilate me next year...c'est triste que Madame est...forcing me to take it. EXCUSEZ-MOI, MADAME, BUT I AM NOT NEARLY AS GOOD AS YOU THINK I AM. MERCI. Third period...pretty slack. I have Mom for American Writers, so I can get by farely easily. Not because she babies me as a student, but just because I've watched her teach that material for the majority of my life. Lunch...repeated Napoleon Dynamite lines with Tabby and Kelly and Sam and Jeremy...I know, I know, it's wayyyy overdone, but I couldn't help it. My Pedro impersonation remains unmatched. Fourth period I had Study Hall in the Old Gym...I played numerous card games (I am the official worst spoons player ever) with Noelle Probert and Ricky Montes while listening to the Killers CD that Jo oh-so-graciously burned for me last night and gave to me this morning as I was drawing up my hardcore lunch boards. Italian dunkers today...man, it was pretty intense. Afterschool, newspaper meeting. I have to write an article on the Quebec trip, and Jo and Kimble are interviewing me about the lunch boards. Hahaha. Then we brought Jo and Kimble and Rylee to Jo's...came home...called Sam, went to his house. Dave was there. We went to the bowling alley after Sam finished cleaning (I know, we're so cool, going to the bowling alley daily) and played pool until like, 7:30. We're ridiculous. I was the reigning champ, but Dave beat me once. And then Sam beat me once. So, obviously, my fascist pool reign came to an end. Booo, you whore. Which reminds me...I have to bring Mean Girls for Kelly tomorrow. Don't let me forget it, bitches. I love my slippers. The end. Kimble, Hell, Laur...who's going to the game Saturday, and who's down for bringing me? I need to find a ride. Gah.