I can't wait for tomorrow to be over, because once it is, I can finally just take a few minutes here and there for myself. It will be well worth it, let me tell you. I am sick of working every second of my waking day, from the time I get up in the morning to a few short minutes before I close my eyes. My life is consumed, for every minute. I bet it will be even worse when I get to college, but I sure hope not. That will really, just really and utterly suck and make my life extremely unworthwhile. But I don't want to worry about that now because I just don't want to think at all. My brain is sick of thinking in ways that it doesn't want to go.
I found out last night that Erin is being a total asshole and telling stories to Kerri about things that I never said. She was telling Kerri that I said she was naive and really annoying, which I never said. I don't know why she constantly does these things, but I think that she's really jealous of me and just says these things to make me miserable out of jealousy. I will tell you right now, it doesn't take a lot to make me miserable, and this right about took care of that last night. I have to deal with Erin on Saturday when we go to that college workshop. I didn't understand why she has been avoiding me at school lately, but I guess that was the reason. Well, I'm not going to say anything to her and let her have the satifaction. I'm going to just not say anything at all and let it bother her instead of me, because I could care less. I have nothing to lose here, because I already lost her as my friend a long time ago. I thought I could trust her, but I guess not. When people do things like that, I could just could not care less about them. Hmph.
My mom wanted to take more pictures today for Christmas cards. My sister and I were looking all scappy, and she was urging us to be in pictures so that she could finish off the role. I kind of stepped away from that one, lest we end up with a Christmas card depicting my sister and I as homeless people. Okay, I wouldn't go that far, but it was still kind of funny. I wore my favorite sweater today, and that made me kind of happy. My face looks so much better now that you can actually see it without the bangs obstruting the view of my face. Now with my eyebrows showing, you can see my evil facial expressions. j/k
I think my Spanish teacher might be bringing her son on the trip to Spain. She was showing us some pictures that she enlarged of flamenco dancing at some club, and underneath there were a bunch of passport-sized photos of some kid who I guessing was her son. She better not try anything funny. I know that she gets all of these plans built up in her head, and they're weird. I don't trust her now. She better keep her scary son away from me. She's been really nice to me lately; I wonder if that has anything to do with it. Simply devious, let me tell you. But I am not an easy one to catch. I have some common sense that will save me from capture by bad plans. That probably doesn't make any sense to anyone, but just take the general gist of it and derive a conclusion, okay?
I could write on and on, but I can't do it anymore.