It's about 8:30 and wonderful, studious me has been doing homework for the last 3 hours. Count them, 3. Yeah, that's a lot of hours. Too many for my brain to handle. I'm still not done. I have three sections in my civics books to take notes on, a vocabulary test to study for and 50 math problems to do. My teachers definatly love me.

It's not nice to play favorites.

Today sucked. It was long and boring and I'm so tired and I don't feel good again. I felt good yesterday, but that's because I slept all day. Today I felt like shit. My throat is irritating me again and my cough is coming back and my belly hurts. I sound like a little kid. I hate little kids.

Nine days until Tremaine. I'm very excited.

I got in trouble for dress code today. It was quite amusing. I thought Sulli was going to roll on the floor laughing. And Kathryn and I got ASD tomorrow because we were late to Enlgish. Mr. King can kiss my ass.

Did you know that the politically correct term for whore is "sexual extrovert." I learned that in ballet this morning.

You nimrod.

Don't ask. That's my new word.

I went to Olive Garden today and had chicken parm. Mmmm...it was orgasmic. I love food. I do not know what I would do without food. Which reminds me..

Conversation at Dinner:

Erika: I love food.
Ashley: that's great
Erika: I don't know what I would do without food.
Ashley: You'd die.
Erika: JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TALKING DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO LISTEN.


And that was that.