mondays are annoying

i woke up super late, for starters. 735-740ish to be exact. rushed to get ready, but amazingly got to school on time.

school went by especially slow today. the test in spanish wasn't so bad, but i was mad, because the two and half liter bottles i got for bio weren't good enough, so my dad has to go back to the store. i wanted to die in english. mr. ziebarth assigned and talked about our book reports at first, and then introduced to us our poetry project. went into poetry groups afterwards, and killed some time by analyzing some random poem about fruits.

i have so many projects due this week, first the world geography project on russia, and now the first part of the book report. i have a feeling this week's going to be torturous.

it felt kind of awkward today. everyone seemed to be annoyed of me, or maybe it was the other way around, but either way i felt like shit. van was especially quiet, which kind of scared me, but i tried not to think too much of it. i felt bad too, because i didn't feel like walking with carrie to go get a cookie. she seemed sad about it, and throughout the whole lunch i felt extremely guilty. i'm a horrible person.

and now i'm sitting, angry that the t.v. won't work, meaning that i won't be able to watch all of my monday shows, meaning that i actually have to do homework, meaning i have to keep listening to my mom's badgering, annoying voice over and over again.

on a brighter note, my face is starting to clear up.

and happy cinco de mayo, amigos.