I'm only complaining to keep myself busy

So I'm posting... again... ten days since the last post, though. I'm sure you've noticed to new rape list courtesy of Rachel and Ashley. It has 101 people on it. That's quite a few. Oh, I got a part in Brittany's one-act, but I don't think I'm doing very well. Hopefully I won't ruin the play or anything. I have been on the computer far too long. The part of my body where my hands meet my wrists appear to be bruising or something from resting on the wood while typing on the keyboard for too long. Ouchie. They kind of hurt. I guess it's because I've been on for like 3 hours and I haven't done that in a couple of years. Oooo, I can smell the pizza my mom is making. It was frozen, of course. She didn't make it from scratch... or did she?

I'm not sure that I have anything interesting to say except don't take AP Calculus. Just don't. It's not worth your time or energy. It's not fun. It's not interesting. It requires you to try... which is my least favorite part... Over half my class is failing right now. I have an awful urge to watch "The Notebook". I'm sure you don't know about the post I made about "The Notebook" back when I saw it last June. I was absolutely in love with that movie and I wanted my life to be exactly like the main character's (the main character was a girl, for the record). Alas, I have yet to see it again since its debut, even though I own it. Ross bought it for me for Valentine's Day this year. Thank you, punkin <-- ("punkin" is Ross). I want to watch it, though. I was going to watch it last night with my mom, but she decided to sleep instead. Tear.

I only had one period to attend today. Government. I'm not a big fan of Government, but at least I'm not in A4. Oh, poor, poor Ashley. If I could concoct the worst class ever, half the people in Government A4 would be in it. Anyway, all we did in there was take a quiz. At first, I got a 52, but then I noticed that he counted 3 of mine wrong that should have been right, so I got a 67. Then he let us add 3 points for all the ones we corrected, so I ended up with an 88. He-ah! He-ah for the vomen's section! Anyway, after that he tried to show us a movie starring Randy Quaid as a young LBJ, so we played Heads-Up-7-Up instead. I am the master of that game. Everytime someone picked me, I guessed who it was. Also, Ross is a National Merit Scholar for his PSAT score, and for that I'm very proud of him. I know other people out there got it, too, but I'm only dating Ross (as far as he knows) so I'm only going to mention him. Also, I heart him more than my other boyfriends.

Anyway, it's been a good day. Shanghai for lunch, only one school period, Heads-Up-7-Up, I was the master, Ross is a National Merit Scholar, and now I get pizza.