The day started off in English, and the room was freezing cold because the boiler at school broke. Raputure, joy. I didn't really care about that though, because it is only the cold. I could think of worse things. In History I had to take a test, which is really bad. Now that I think of it, all of the bad things are things that haven't happened yet. Today they were just ALL brought to my attention. I have that stupid oral presentation due in History on Wednesday that I haven't started yet. I have to worry about starting my science fair project, and now I can see that it's going to be more work than I bargained for. I have three tests on Wednesday, plus the presentation. I just need to get through all this, and then I'll be fine. But right now the thoughts of all of these things are driving me crazy.
I can't wait until the Goya dance. It's the fifteenth, and I'm going for once. I skipped out on it last year. The thing that makes it even better is that it is during the first meeting of cookies and dough, which is a Girl Scout program that I do to get some extra money. Hot damn, I'm going to need it. I think we're going to be gathering up a whole bunch of friends so that we can go together. It will be so much fun, 'cos I haven't been out dancing for so long. Hopefullly I'll enjoy it more than I did the last time. As I sit here I'm looking at my black suede skirt. I wish I could just skip all of the days of school and go to the dance instead. I looked so pretty today; I wonder if anyone noticed. Probably not. I have come to the conclusion that most people in my school do not notice me. I think that I have been somewhat of a placeholder throughout the years. Always there, but without a personality or something special to attach to. They'll all be sorry later.
The other thing that I'm really mad about are my PSAT scores. I did really badly, but so did everyone else. Still, that doesn't make it right, and I am outraged at how I did. Even Kathleen didn't do well, but what can one do? I would say what I got, but I'd rather not embarrass myself, due to the fact that I would feed that some people would think I was outright stupid for what I got. Then maybe people wouldn't like me if I were stupid. I would feel very ashamed if someone in particular knew. Well, maybe I will tell them one of these days. *sigh* I'm not talking sense. I hate logarithims.