Hey people. So this is my venting journal. If you don't like crabbiness, this probably isn't the best place for you. Especially because this whole entry will by bitching. Anyways, really only one person I know is gonna be reading this because, well, there are things about me that nobody else is allowed to know. We had a SADD assembly yesterday and it was about the yellow ribbon. I dunno if you've heard of it (assuming there is a YOU reading this entry) but anyways, there motto is "It's okay to ask for help." And I totally agree with that. It is okay. It's just a pain in the ass because there's never an easy or better way of doing it. Like, take me, for instance. I fell into depression in 8th grade. My parents found out because a friend told the assistant principle, who drove me home one day to help me explain to my parents. It resulted in nothing really. I momentarily felt better because the weight was gone but they didn't do anything to help me. I tell people I'm taking medication just because it keeps them off my back. The only meds I use are tylenol or midol. As I'm sure you guys are dying to know. Right, so back to me. Because I don't talk about myself enough in my daily life. (Yes, that was written with an eye roll.) I know myself really well. I would hope so seeing as how I've lived with me for 17.4 years. But I know when I'm happy, depressed, high, or just loopy. Actually, for the record, I've never been high but I'm sure if I were, I'd know it was the drug and not me just being stupid. Anywho. I'm not depressed right now. And I'm truly not in denial either. I'm just in this weird little funk that doesn't seem to like me right now. Don't you love those? It's like my world is going ten times faster than I'm ready for it to and I'm struggling to keep up. I'm also a semi-overacheiver. I'm not in NHS, I don't have honors, I didn't make the honor roll, and I'm not involved in assloads of extracurricular activities. But compared to most of the people in my grade or that I know, I am considered an overacheiver simply because I'm in the tougher classes. Which sucks because there are some I can't keep up with. *coughSpanishcough* Spanish 3 is kicking my ass right now. I have this huge packet thingy due tomorrow and I've done like 2.5 pages out of like 6. Fun times. Band is raping me as well. I play percussion and was put on a snare part for the concert. That's all happiness for the people that usually play snare but usually I'm put on mallets or auxilary. Snare terrifies me. So now I have that added lovely weight. Prom's Saturday. Wanna know my schedule? Well, seeing as how I just decided to actually go TODAY, I really don't have a great one. Let's see, I work from 9-5. I'm working at the Bookworm in town and all these stupid people come in at 10 to 5 even though we should be CLOSING at 5. But no, that's the perfect time for them. Anyways, I've stayed 1.5 hours late because of people like that. So I work till 5. Dinner at Kourtney's STARTS at 5 so I'll be late. Then I have to change there and get somebody to fix my hair into something that does not resemble a bird's nest. God I'm freaking out over nothing. It's prom. Prom sucked ass last year. Why go again? Well, the main reason is because they put these things on the wall saying who's with who and if you go alone, you get to put a celebrity with you. Yes, so my sole purpose of paying $20 for a fucking prom ticket, is so I can go with Johnny Knoxville. But hey, he's sexy so I don't care. Moving on... My mom's been flipping out because my room's a mess. Okay. That's nice and all because it WAS pretty shitty. But, in my defense, my room was clean for over a month. Then I went to Mexico and when I got home, I was tired. I didn't feel like putting shit away and since then, I've had so much crap to do. I practice till about 6 now. I play golf and Coach likes to have us play all 9 holes before we can leave. So really we go till 6:30 by the time I get home. Then I have homework. Then I have scrapbooking before I forget all of my Mexican adventures. And by the time I get home from practice, I'm already wiped out. So then after all that I'm supposed to clean my room? Sorry, I need a break every now and again. But my mom says it's no excuse because she does more than I do. That's no excuse either. Totally different situations. That's my main pissiness right now. Oh, and about prom. Last little thing. So I work up so hard to find out if Mike would say yes to me asking him to prom. I had people find out if he wanted to go and he knew it was ME that wanted to know. But he said no because he didn't wanna have to spend any money. Well then on Monday I guess he decided to go with Liana. I don't care that he's going with her; I'm just mad that he told me a lie about the whole money thing. That part of it sucks. Then he said he was getting a haircut and after I asked why, he said "Oh for pr... just because." Right... okay. Anyways, my venting is done. I'm done. It's bed time and I don't have Spanish homework complete. Well, kiss my ass. I'm exhausted.