Tomorrow is the National Spanish Exam, and my teacher hasn't even given me any type of review work to do. I am just going to go in and do the best I can with what I know. I'll probably score a lot higher than most of my classmates that are taking it anyway. Maybe I'm getting sick...I don't feel all too well. I should be so lucky as to be sick.
I took my computer apart today, just to see what was inside of it. That bastard computer. Ha! We'll see who controls who here, won't we? It just has a lot of wires and stuff, along with some nice little circut boards. I wonder what all of that stuff does. I suppose if I was truly ambitious I could find out, but I don't want to. I really don't care about my computer's innards, because it is evil. We have a love/hate relationship, can't you tell?
My head still hurts. That Advil isn't working at all. Kathleen's plan to hook up Havovi and Keith worked. I was happy, well, at least I pretended to be. I mean, that could have been me. I think that Keith is really kind and sweet, and when Kathleen asked me what I thought that night, I slipped up. I didn't want to admit anything to her, so I played it off. Well guess what, I suck. I screwed myself over again on that one. Now they're going out. And you know that they'll hold onto each other for so long, even if they're unhappy, just so they won't have to be alone. Each one is too kind to break it off with the other. Sometimes I think I mess things up so badly, but after I think about it for a while, I realize that maybe in fact things happen for a reason. The future isn't totally mine to create. There are certain elements that are going to happen, even if I try my damndest to stop them. I don't know why I get that feeling at times; it's strange. Maybe I just tell myself these things to make me feel better. I'm all confused. Either way, I lost out this time, and I am slowly becoming one of a few who is still without a date to the prom. Each day I see more and more people bragging about who they're going to take, and I just have to suck it in and pretend that I don't care. If I ever really let it get to me, I know what I would do. I would start crying right then and there, and then everyone would look at me strangely and wonder what the heck is wrong with me. I don't want to do that. So, I just keep it inside for now.
I was trying to make a sound clip tonight of me singing, but I couldn't because whenever I sang this throbbing pain shot through my head, and it kind of hurt. So maybe I'll just wait until tomorrow, when I feel better, if I feel better. Well, that is enough writing for now. If I don't finish reading tonight, I'll have to do it all tomorrow. Oy.