I just got back home from Friendly's and eating ice cream. Not like I really wanted nor needed ice cream, but Kerri and I decided to go out because we haven't done anything all week.
This weekend, I wanted to go to Chinatown, FAO, and the Delia*s store, but I didn't do any of them. That's okay, I guess, because there is always next week. I probably wouldn't have enjoyed myself if I had gone today or yesterday.
The weather is starting to get warm again, and I hate it. I don't like the warm weather, and I wish it would just get cold and get over with this warm junk. I am so far behind on my History reading. I tried to do it today, but I couldn't concentrate. I have a test tomorrow in Pre Cal. I am hoping to master it. I think I have a pretty good edge on the stuff, so I only studied for a little bit today. I did the two essays for my stupid English teacher, which took me about a million years apiece.
I don't want to write anymore. I want to go to bed.