||[Apr. 27th, 2006|08:24 pm]
I Hate Lady Schmidt.
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I think this has been the maddest/most frustrated I have been in a long time. And thats saying A LOT. Because she makes me mad daily. Minutely actually.
Hmmmm. Here's an idea. If you switch everyone's position and make them play positions they've NEEEEEEEVER played before, there's a pretty good chance, you're going to lose. Actually, i'm not gonna lie, there's a near 100% chance we'd lose anyway because we have the worst coaches in the ennnnnnnnnntire world. bahhhhhhhh.
May 7th - FIRST/LAST/ONLY playoff game. There will be happiness throughout the land.
and then Wyatt arrives. MUCH TOO LATE.
And now I have a research paper to write. Due tomorrow. I'm not going to sleeeeep tonight. Or any night until May 5th.
This is the WORST possible weekend for prom to be ever. I don't know when I am going to study for AP.
and I have no clue what is going on in Physics. Its depressing.
My schedule next year sucks. The lunches are goingggggggg to be awful.
"Well, you could do that if you really want to. But REALLY it just looks queer. I mean, don't do it. You look queer."
Good thing Katiespellman taught me to play the DOLL SWIMMER.