Today was crappy because just a bunch of bad shit happened to me. I went to see Mr. Iamello this morning to get help with my pre-cal homework, and he was grouchy with me and asked me what I was doing there. Then in English she was all bitching and stuff about the notecards for our research paper, which was annoying. My next annoyence came during gym, when this girl who is a total snob hit me in the head with the ball. I looked over to see who had hit me, because my back was turned as the ball slammed against my head, and I see this girl turn away from the ball, laughing. That was oh-so-cool. Really, it was. Then at lunch, the conversation between Kathleen and I came to a lull and neither of us had anything to say, so we just ate lunch in silence. Everything just seemed so wrong today. Once again, I had to go home by myself, because Min wasn't going home, and I had to drop off my course selection card at my guidence councelor's office, and when I got out to the bus, Guillermo wasn't there. I don't think Min is going to come to school tomorrow either, which is crappy.
So, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. What makes it so depressing is that it is one of those commercial holidays that everyone goes crazy over to show their 'love', but it is all so fake. If you truly love someone, then you could tell them that any day and not have to wait for a designated time to say what you want to them. I know Micheal probably sent Tiana a bunch of carnations from school, or did something else special for her, which she will take for granted. I know he will never like me the way he likes her, but I guess it's just better to remain friends. He's always so nice to me, and was my only chance to take to the prom. I've lost him now, because he's chasing after butterflies. No one is going to send me any flowers tomorrow, nor give me a card, or any gifts. I'd be surprised if anyone even thinks of me. No one probably cares at all. I got flowers sent to everyone and made a few cards to give out, which are beautifully handcrafted, if I may say so myself. I guess all that matters is that other people are happy. That will make me happy. I am actually thinking of a few people on Valentine's Day, but you know, it's just not going to do any good. Thinking, that is. I am such a sad case. *takes out her violin and plays a sad song* I should not be so remorseful though, as I have received many a lovely card and poem from my secret valentine at the Protagonist boards. Still, where is the person I want to share Valentine's Day with?
All I have been doing is math problems and reading. Then a little bit of writing, and some more reading. I lefy my psychology worksheet in school, so I am going to have to scramble to finish it tomorrow morning. Right now though, no worries. No worries for me, because I am just going to be mellow and calm. I am so high strung sometimes over the stupidist things; I need some drugs to calm me down. I woke up this morning with a sharp pain in my side at 5:39, six minutes before I had to get up and take a shower. I thought I was going to have some time to have more precious sleep, but I was sadly mistaken. I had to get up in the blistery cold and get ready for school. Tonight I finished reading The Red Badge of Courage. That is oneof the suckiest books I have ever read. It was so boring. I hate books about war anyway, especially the Civil War. It was written in eight days, or at least that's what our English teacher told us. How great can something be that is written in eight days, you ask? I shall tell you. It is not very great at all.
I suppose I must go and find some red or pink clothes to wear tomorrow for the good old V-Day. Might as well play it up, eh?