. . . But this entry's going to be sad as hell.
Hokay. A lot of things are going wacky this week.
I'm stressed in two different areas.
Academic, and emotional.
First, I've failed a science test. Dude. Hokay. This is the first time in my whole life that I've failed something. Franchesca never fails.
Until she got her test back.
I cried. And I cried. And I cried.
I'm never going to make Distinguished Honour Roll this way.
I calculated a bunch of s**t in 8th period, and found out that I need to get 95%+ if I'm going to make any progress in that class.
Shitshitshit.
Alright, and on the emotional (and physical) side, I got hit with an acorn (It's not funny! scream ) in the eye. I was temporarily seeing pink dots and ponies all over the place.
The kid that was throwing acorns was a friend of mine (Was, is. Not sure.) and it hit me in the eye. Must have been fate or somethin'. It didn't hit my glasses. Just my eye. Not a single scratch on my glasses.
I burst out crying (Duh, it hurt like a b***h.) and sat down, trying to get rid of the pain. He ran over to me and asked me if I was okay. He seemed to get quiet. I stood up, fuming, and punched him in the shoulder. I cussed him out, and reported it to the coach.
I was sobbing. In a bad mood. In pain. Tired. Frustrated.
I went to the nurse, and got an icepack. While I was there, I called Mom and told her about the low grade in science and about what happened. She was disappointed, but not ashamed. Neither was Dad.
But my bedtime goes down 30 minutes because of that grade. Until I make all As in all of my classes, it'll stay that way.
We all gotta grow up sometime and face the music, I guess.
But it's not that that worries me. I hate losing friends. And I don't want him to hate me.
I like being around him because he reminds me of Tomás. He's not like Tomás at all, though. But when I'm around him, I get a second feeling inside of me that makes me feel as though I'm standing next to him. It's weird.
Maybe the distance is just screwing with my head.
But I won't give up.
I like my As . . .
But I love my Tomás.
♥Hokay. A lot of things are going wacky this week.
I'm stressed in two different areas.
Academic, and emotional.
First, I've failed a science test. Dude. Hokay. This is the first time in my whole life that I've failed something. Franchesca never fails.
Until she got her test back.
I cried. And I cried. And I cried.
I'm never going to make Distinguished Honour Roll this way.
I calculated a bunch of s**t in 8th period, and found out that I need to get 95%+ if I'm going to make any progress in that class.
Shitshitshit.
Alright, and on the emotional (and physical) side, I got hit with an acorn (It's not funny! scream ) in the eye. I was temporarily seeing pink dots and ponies all over the place.
The kid that was throwing acorns was a friend of mine (Was, is. Not sure.) and it hit me in the eye. Must have been fate or somethin'. It didn't hit my glasses. Just my eye. Not a single scratch on my glasses.
I burst out crying (Duh, it hurt like a b***h.) and sat down, trying to get rid of the pain. He ran over to me and asked me if I was okay. He seemed to get quiet. I stood up, fuming, and punched him in the shoulder. I cussed him out, and reported it to the coach.
I was sobbing. In a bad mood. In pain. Tired. Frustrated.
I went to the nurse, and got an icepack. While I was there, I called Mom and told her about the low grade in science and about what happened. She was disappointed, but not ashamed. Neither was Dad.
But my bedtime goes down 30 minutes because of that grade. Until I make all As in all of my classes, it'll stay that way.
We all gotta grow up sometime and face the music, I guess.
But it's not that that worries me. I hate losing friends. And I don't want him to hate me.
I like being around him because he reminds me of Tomás. He's not like Tomás at all, though. But when I'm around him, I get a second feeling inside of me that makes me feel as though I'm standing next to him. It's weird.
Maybe the distance is just screwing with my head.
But I won't give up.
I like my As . . .
But I love my Tomás.
Song of the Moment: Watch, bitches. Hellsing rules.
Mood: Guilty, sad, sick (I puked.), depressed, a little hopeless.
Upcoming Events: Kiss my a**. In other words, no.
♥
