Wells, it's been a few days, hasn't it?
Tuesday:
Colby trip. It was okay, for being an outcast. Read Time Twister on the hour and a half bus ride up sitting with Jamie, my homeroomy. Chloe and Mikey were there and everything, but Mikey hung out with Nick the whole time and Chloe's other friends were better at holding a conversation than me.. >_>
The food was good there. There was an ice cream and cookie bar. But it all seemed so plastic and fake. I wanted to TELL someone that (wanted to SCREAM it, actually), but then I'd just reinforce the whole emo thing.
Oh well. It wasn't really that bad. The ride back was better, since I was able to grab a seat by myself.
Wanted to punch Tommy Ross in the face for a comment he made on the bus. Wanted to punch myself in the face for not saying anything. God, I hate this weasely attitude I get. At first I was so into my book I didn't hear what he said, and I was slightly afraid that I hadn't heard him right.
*sigh*
Wednesday:
Blah.
Fun WT.
Not-so-fun PE. I suck at this softball thing. And Shelby hangs out with that Josh tool all the time. I've still got Prez and Mateo and Jeremy and all the girls, but still.. Why do they stretch all the time? Really. They stretch all the time, just sitting on the gym floor and talking. If she wants him as a friend, that's fine. But I still remember him hitting on her at the beginning of the PE year, along with three other girls. She's too forgiving of d**k weeds.
W/e.
I guess that's it. Gonna do HW.
I'm on the verge of a breakdown.
I'm on the break of an epic meltdown.
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