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design | host school sucking hard while jessica suffers various female complications. angst ensues. this just in- boys suck. school sucked hard. wait- present tense. school sucks hard. i. want. it. to. still. be. summer. i have algebra 2 with miss Herff... and i'm already behind. stuff that should be a review was a mystery to me in algebra 1 FRESHMAN year. matrix what? so i already suck at that and i'm pulling kayla down with me. i was signed up for marine biology after an odd saturday afternoon conversation with the guidance counselor... but so many people's shedules got SCREWED that Mrs. Lowe changed her marine biology course for second block to an anatomy course. so yeah. it shouldn't be too hard.. . i'll just have to work. we after anatomy is APUSH. i feel like such a moron. A: for signing up for that AP class in the first place and B: because the amount of reading i have to do JUST BEFORE THURSDAY is overwhelming. i'm going to dissolve into wheepy pannicky sobs or something. this is too much. i feel suffocated and it's the first day. at lunch i sat with who i think will be a new friend. his name's Brandon... but he prefers to be called Akuma. it's Japanese for something he says. we like a lot of the same bands... lots of black clothes... i'm detecting some gayness maybe? i'm not going to assume anything... but i though that's what i heard. but then, as experience tells me i have no idea how to detect that sort of thing. he's cute. good times. i, the aim whore, am now instant messaging him, as we speak. the new kid, levi is also my new friend, i think maybe. it's so much easier to have guys as friends but then so hard because i'm a mess and end up getting crushes on all of them eventually. and i so could too. but i guess i'll just go to school every day knowing that if any of us ever did end up together we'd just end up hating eachother and breaking up and ending up alone forever crying ourselves to sleep and wondering why we ever woke up in the first place. yeah. so. yeah. after lunch was psycology ... should be easy i guess. i sit next to Adam, the new senior. i don't know why i signed up for this class, but i guess it'll be interesting. um.... yeah i think i'm about to cry or something. this just feels so hard. i've got all of this worthless meaningless homework not yet done and i can barely remember anything i worked so hard to learn last year. we're not allowed to bring our backpacks to class because of some BS fire code... (so fire safety wasn't needed LAST YEAR OR THE LAST FIVE YEARS I"VE BEEN HERE???) so i have to carry everything or make fifty trips to my locker. WHY? WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME? i was at the doctor on thursday of last week and after a brief but very painful female type exam it was found that i suffer from three yeast type infections... which i am being treated for via antibiotics and diflucan. it better freaking work. (is this difluCAN or difluCAN'T???) i know it makes everyone uncomfortable when i talk about my stupid vagina problems in here but i'm freaking stressed to either be mature about it or leave me alone. !!!!!!!!!!!!! my head hurts and my eyes are all wet from frustrated attempts at algebra homework and my back hurts and i have to go back tomorrow and put up with people and eat school food and i. don't. want. to. go. back. ever. again. you suck if you're not in |