yup. that's who i am. at the present moment. see, i've nicknamed some of my teachers (and for their safety, and mine...my grade too). she's ms. holliday. why, you might ask? she loves dreamgirls. the song 'and i'm telling you i'm not going' in particular. she sings it. all the time. all the time, she sings it. and not that good, either. hence, jennifer holliday. when we're quiet, doing our work, we hear...."and i am telllllllinng youuuuuuu...."....and she thinks she's beyonce. so it's either ms. holliday or beyonce. yup. and the bad thing? she knows me. picks on me. i'm basically the 'teacher's pet'. and it SUCKS. her class is on the 3rd floor, and she has me running all over the damn school cuz she can't walk on her own two legs. pssshhhhh.....

i got my report card yesterday. 4.0 even. thank goodness. but i have to fight. seriously, have to fight the freakin' power. get that stupid A. 

i'm gorging myself on a melange of carbs (my french vocab word, mwahaha) and chillin' like i don't have 3 tests next week and abysmally in over my head thinking that i'd come out of this torture building they call a school. yup. but hey, i got to hang out with my best friend....first time in uber-while. tried to skateboard....even though she can't. which is fine. it's ok. i got to spend quality time with my buddy, which is WAAY better than getting a 100 on some concrete academic subject that won't respond to my troubles.....

something about bones has to be mentioned. i always say something about that. THERE'S NO BONES NEXT WEEK! ARRRGGGHH! uber pissed. really uber. i think i'm uber-overdoing the word uber. yup. but still. what the hell....why the heck is there not bones next week? goodness, fox......