I am having such bad relations with people lately. I am acting so bitchy toward them, but it's not all my fault. They always bother me on purpose and do things to make me mad. It's not really fair. The only person I'm really not mad at is Jackie and Mindy. Everyone else has been kind of annoying to me today. It's not me, because I try to be cheerful about everything, but other people have got some kind of raincloud hanging over their head. No one ever listens to what I have to say and how I feel. I know I always complain about that, but it's true. Micheal is being such a snob as well. I am just not cool with him anymore. If he's going to be acting all snobby, fine. Kristen is like that too, now that she goes out with Johnny. Well, she's been snobby since the beginning of the year, so it doesn't matter. Even Kathleen was getting on my nerves today. We were working on problems in Physics, and she just wanted to do everything her way, which was annoying.
I went to dancing today, which was really fun. When you're annoyed, the pain that you get doesn't register at all. So basically today I didn't wimp out and think of the pain from my feet, and just kept on going, because I didn't really care. When I don't think about it, it doesn't really affect me. I was happy to go back, even though I didn't feel like dancing today. Even though it was only an hour, it seemed to go on for eternity. Everything today seemed like that, and I can't take it!
I'm listening to this song called Sandstorm, by Darude. It's a really awesome piece of music, and it's cool to dance to. I heard it on a commercial here for a club, and I just had to get it on Napster, because it is a number one dance piece, in my opinion. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Jackie and Matt broke up. She said she broke up with him because they didn't even talk or do anything together. Did I call it, or did I call it? I knew that wouldn't last for long at all. I don't even care, because I just don't.
I wrote this really long letter to both of my parents telling them why I wanted to go to Spain and how I couldn't get it off my mind. I asked my dad about it last night, but he said that he needed time to "digest" the letter, and we would talk about it later. So, he said it was not closed for discussion. I hope that I get to go with all of my heart. But I have a strong hunch that the answer is still going to be no. Hey, at least I tried again, in a diplomatic way. And if I do in fact get to go, it's just proof that I (almost) always get my own way. I am very proud of those accomplishments.
I'm sure I could write novels more about what is wrong with my life and how things don't ever work out as I want them. Y'know, no matter what I do, I can't think of anything that would make me happy at this moment. I hate when I get that feeling. I hope it goes away soon.