i'm in tech again. man i am so frustrated with this cartoon. everyone elses works. mine sucks, its likr 10 seconds long. IT HAS TO BE A MINUTE!! man oh man. at first i thought i figured it out. but i was wrong, it just messed up again! last night i didn't really do anything. i watched corner gas, that is the funniest show in the world, so canadian, ahh i love it. i finish most of my homework too, so i am proud! i need to go to the library tonight because a book i put on hold is there. i'll go after babysitting and canvassing. i couldn't go last night because of rain, but i am going today, RAIN OR SNOW can't stop me! .. i hope...lol I can't believe tomorrow is friday, i can't wait. i love volunteering, even if i complain sometimes. the kids are so cute. tomorrow we have multi cultural day. i am canadian, but im also half irish my mom's parents are full irish they have the accent and everything :). so i am going to wear this necklace i got on st patty's day. it's a travelling shot glass. lol i am going to go to ireland before i die. get a husband there *cough colin ferrall cough* it's a beautiful place, or so i have heard. my grandpa sent us a postcard and it looks heavenly there. all i need is enough money i got a new book to write in, i haven't decided what to write in it yet. i think i am going to bring it to school and write all my feelings. i have always wanted to write a book. in fact i am writing one called Crazy right now. it's about a girl in an mental faucilty. and how her parents abandonned her there, and she can't leave. i have 3000 words so far. but i am going to write another book. called "the diaries of a shattered girl" which is all my diaries in one book. so other girls can know there was someone like them. it's gay i know. *p.s please don't steal this idea* i wrote a poem last night called paradise. it's about cutting. my friend read it and said. "good poetry comes from pain, it's scary when your friends are brillant at it" deep words eh? i also read this poem my friend showed me, it was so good, she got it from her friend's online diary. it was so good. i can only hope to ever be that good at it. i thought this was funny, we had to write a poem in english a love poem, i don't really believe in love, but i wrote one anyway called "Rainbow After The Storm" and i got such a bad mark. it really stained my heart, because that was my talent, that was all i had, and my teacher so easily smashed all my hopes and dreams with one mark. maybe if she had of read it again, maybe she would have understood it. maybe i just imagined up this poetry thing. maybe people that i ask are being nice. Last year i was know as the poet. because we had this thing in religion where we read something that touched us. so i let my friend read one of mine because she forgot her chicken soup book. and after she read it, she said I wrote it! man it was embarassing. everyone had kind words though. So at the end of the year they past around stars with peoples names on it, and i had seriouly like 15 poet(s) on it. it was funny, maybe that's why i think that poetry is my talent. i just don't know. i still have 25 minutes of this class left. it's going to be hell. my lips are hurting, i need lip gloss or something. but i don't have my purse today. my bag is always so heavy because of my math book and science book and extra paper and extra graph paper and my pencil case. i should leave some stuff in my locker, but my locker is on the second floor, and i have science 4/5th and math 6th, and i don't have 5 mins to get to my locker and empty my bag and get back, comofortably or i'll be late for math. i've had to do it a couple of times. and it sucked. i hate having class on the first floor, there are so many people. i love having my locker on the second floor, it would be hell if it was on the first. i was in a sad mood last ngiht, all i was listening to was really sad music. it made me cry. I SO don't want to go to french. it's so boring, the teacher sucks! i never get to sit with anyone i know. and the teacher moved my friend to sit beside me which was good, but the next day, the guy that sits there, didn't listen and sat there. asshole, i hate that guy. hes a rich snob. hes such a suck up and it just disguistes me. im like why don't you just go up and lick the teacher ass you fucking jock wannabe. who would want to be a jock? jesus give me paitence. man there is so much of this class left. but i am dreading french. you know i have never skipped a class, i have faked sick, and instead of going to church i went downtown once. but i have never skipped a class. oh i really want too! but i can be a pussy sometimes. lmao the weekend is soon. i can't wait. i want to sleep in and not work. then again i don't really work during the weekdays. lmao i feel crappy today. i bet i had a crappy lunch. yesterday my lunch was SOO gross. it tasted soo nasty omg i almost puked just thinking about it. but i shared a coke with my friend mark. the only good thing about yesterday. and today i punked 1$ from my mommie.