In regards to your letter of complaint, fuck you.

I'm actually having an okay morning. Except I accidentally took two of my concentration meds....oops.
I just sort of feel uptight. Nothing totally ridiculous. I'm a little hyper. But I'll life. My mountain dew at lunch with just have to be for Tabitha.

Boys are dumb. Girls are bitchy. My friends are neither, and I'm thankful. I'm in a much better mood than I was all week. I just hope its not the overdose or a temporary mood swing. I don't think I've felt this good about myself in a long time.



I was able to retake the test that I was accused of cheating on. It was impromptu but I think that was the only way for it to be thought as really fair. My mom talked to my spanish teacher about how abnormal it is for me to cheat on test or lie, and thankfully Ms. Gutierrez at least understood that it was out of character for me. She had nothing but good things to say about me to my mom. All of this, of course, I was told on my way out of my 10th period class. Mom literally walked in and took me out of my class. She seems to like Ms. Silverman and Ms. Gutierrez. I'm glad two of my favorite teachers left a good impression on Mom.

I took it, came back, and then Eva said my mom looked nice and pretty. Ha. Most of my friends don't usually get the impression of "nice" because shes rare to geniunely smile and shes strict. Eva and Kenzie both seem like really nice people. I'm glad I saw past my first impressions of them. People that wear Abercrombie give themselves collectively a bad name, but a few of them are really accepting of other people. I love that. Kenzie and Eva both seem anti-boob labeling in terms of stores like that. I'm glad I have such a great group of people to interact with in Art.

Its funny. I don't have an exact group or clique or whatever, but I feel like I fit in to some degree in several circles. I am wanted in conversation but only if I take the initiative. And I think that people that say mean things about me just look like bad people. Thats thier problem. If they have to talk about other people to feel good about themselves then I am strong enough to roll with thier aptly aimed punches.

I look cute, I'm having a good hair day, and I feel good. I think I want to go shopping with some people this weekend along with tech and improv. Andrew is having a violin recital that I actually really want to go to because I've never actually seen him play. It bothers me a little. People say he's really good. He was first violin and second chair in middle school. The piece he's playing is this really intense violin-dominanted classical deal. I really hope I'm able to see that.

I talked to the counselor yesterday and I arranged to take history over the summer. That way, I can take two art classes next year. So I'm taking drama first semester along with an undecided other class, and then I'm taking acting second semester along with another undecided art class, or possibly I might just get a business credit out of the wat. I won't have to take p.e. all year again, too, because I'm taking safety.

Conclusion: the world can suck it because I'm okay right now. I'm not perfect but I am loved, and I am happy.

Hasta.