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RING RING RING! Alright, so now my layout isn't working right...fuckers. Oh well. I was planning on looking for one anyways cause I don't like my own stuff. So.. I got my ring today! And nothing's fucked up on it, either! It's cool..I don't necessarily care for the orange stone, but it's my birthstone, and it looks pretty cool in the right lighting, so I'm happy. Yeah, so I didn't get my progress reports yet, but my homeroom teacher, also the art teacher, talked to me about them. I really hope my mom doesn't find out about the science one..So both art and science say I socialize too much. Eck. My mom's gonna kill me. But in my defense, Duston moved to a different spot, so I haven't talked to him for a long time. So yeah, science is wrong. And for art, I told her why. I have this drawing slump. I can't draw anything right. Give me clay, or something to carve into, or paint, or just let me do some abstract, and I'm fine. But I CAN'T do my 3-d drawing right now. I just can't! So she said she'll help me out tomorrow. So yeah, we got a new seating chart in computer applications...It sucks...I have an idiot on one side, and a whore on the other, and my computer doens't have half the programs we need. What the fuck?! So yeah...My mom and dad said I don't have to go to the confirmation thing for my brother tonight. So that means I gotta get that report done. I hope I can get it done in time. I started those science corrections today in english, when she gave us time to work on the report, so if I can find those sheets, I can have everything done like....by Friday I hope. I just need the report and everything because it has most of the information that I'll need to use. So then my science grade will get back up. AND, I am going to make it perfectly clear that Holly did absolutely nothing on corrections, so maybe she'll give me all the credit for it, and Holly will still have a bad grade! I can dream... I painted my long, beautiful nails black today. Now I just have to make sure I don't kill my nails playing bass...Tell you what, you know a bass player is good if they can play with long nails...*ahem* *ahem* I keep getting off track...yes, my ring is all polished and glittery and shiny and shit... So...Um...I forgot what else I was gonna say, so I'm gonna go get to work on my homework... Oh, yeah, my dad calls me today and asks me to make my grandpa a birthday card. Yeah, sure, no problem...But THEN, he brings up fishing. Okay, my dad and I haven't gotten out to fish yet, so we were planning for this weekend, and he goes, "Hey, hun...Would you mind if I took my dad fishing with us on Saturday?" WHAT THE FUCK?! He KNOWS my grandpa doens't get along with me. My grandpa is one of those people who, a) must have everything his way, and b) thinks that females can't do anything better than men, or anywhere close...no wait, he thinks we can't do ANYTHING. So whatever. He can take him. Can't guarantee I'll say anything the whole trip, but fine. I don't care. I'll sit at the front of the boat (the front is my spot) and I'll take my CD player, or whatever, and I'll just sit and fish. And I'll hook my own bait, unhook my own fish, and untangle my own line. I'll get myself out of weeds, and I'll choose which bait is better. So there. *crosses arms* Oh, and next time my grandpa says women can't do anything, I'll just look at him and say, "I'd like to see you have a kid, or play any instrument half as well as I do..." No, actually, that's lame...So when he makes a comment about how I can't do anything, what SHOULD I say?..or do?... \m/ |