I feel like shit and I don't know why. I'm tired and down and I hate it. It's not like I'm actively depressed...though I have reasons to be, that is not what's bothering me. It's like I can sense something bad to happen and I'm distraught before it happens. It was the same yesterday...one minute I was happy and joking around with people and then the next I was a ghettofied black person telling people off with the ghetto tone to go with it. I'm not PMSing that's for sure...I got a while before that...I'm just...I don't know. Right now I'm in the Media Center for Grapghic Arts. My teacher's mother died so he's gonna be out awhile. It's also the fucking hour set and I'm stuck with people who get on my nerves and the way I feel, someone might get their feelings hurt. I'm done for now...I want this day to be over so bad. I still got a damn basketball game that was supposed to be played yesterday but was postponed due to weather that wasn't even bad. It's gonna be a long day...