So I go into history today, and my writer friend is there with this silly grin on his face and an aboslutely enormous binder in his hands. Without me even asking to see it, he thrusts the binder at me, and I discover that it is FILLED with all the fiction he's written for the last two years. Four hundred pages or something. And the reason he printed it all out (and used up an ENTIRE ink cartridge I might add)? To get onto the school newspaper. They asked to see some writing you've done. I think he's going for the whole "shock and awe" idea. Silly.

Sick. Ugh. Bleh. Chills. Fever. Headache. Tired. Dizzy. Etcetera.

Sounds worse than it actually is, but being sick makes me melodramatic.

^_^

But now as I look back on my other entries, I've discovered I'm never in a good mood when I write in this. I'm usually happy, I swear!

-_-

I cannot believe how clueless some people can be.

In at least two of my classes people are forever asking me how to do something, or worse, what we are doing. Now, I *should* take this as a compliment, but I just find it annoying. I mean, how hard is it to pay attention once in a while? Or to actually read the board, where the teacher wrote explicit instructions, before asking me for help?

Bah. I'm cranky.

Hmm...I'm debating what to put here, any ideas? Anyone?

No one. ^_^