Let me tell you all about it, in point form.
- It all started out normal enough. Except that I wanted a smoothie, and someone had hid my blender.
- Mr. McKnight was NOT in tutorials, as promised. I later found out that he was at the track meet. I have a bone to pick with that rescheduled track meet. It also took away my boyfriend when I was having a bad day. But on math teachers: for this treacherous offense, I shall read to Mr. McKnight the section on how math is useless that is located in my book from Eric.
- French essay. 'Nuff said.
- Except not actually. Because we ALREADY WROTE AND HANDED IN AN ESSAY ON THE EXACT SAME TOPIC. So, that's stupid. Also, no french thesauruses left. Which means I spent about the whole period thinking up synonyms on my lonesome. Which I am bad at. Mildly.
- I don't like pastel.
- I don't like that girl who keeps coming into out art class.
- Becca's strange candy was strange at lunch. Also heard about an eminent math test I was going to fail next period.
- Failed a math test, probably. Because there was trigonometry on it. I'm sorry, when did you forget that there is no trigonometry in Math 20? Oh, right. While you were writing said test. Also, what happened to only putting textbook questions on the test? Oh, right. It didn't happen.
- Amy's honesty was a plus, however.
- Taryn also parked very close to the school today.
- And Emily was practically early.
- And we went to Starbucks.
- But then I had forgotten my keys to the studio...which I still need to locate. Yeesh.
- My girls were good today. Thank the Lord.
- People in my tap class annoy me. Plus my tap is loose because there is a screw missing. I am missing a few screws.
- There were no whole grain raspberry muffins.
- My ballet teacher thinks I'm slow. And I forgot a bodysuit, so I had to wear our X-Rated costume for the whole class. That I have missed for 2 weeks. So I don't know that dance. Plus my pointe shoes are wearing out before recital.
- I come home and discover my nose feels like spurting blood for the past 20 minutes again. Thank you, nose. Now I feel nauseous. And like coughing up blood.
I think I'll move to Australia.