Last night, Dad and I got into a bad arguement. Pretty bad. We cursed at eachother and everything. Then in 3rd block, I was not what I would say "very happy" but I was getting along and smiling and everything, then I got called to the office. Dad was up there and wrote me a letter and I knew if I read it in class that I would cry. And that is ( Read more... )

Well, hmm... I got top 12 out of 23 girls. Not too bad, but not as good as I wished.

I got my damn progress report. I have 2 A's and 2 B's. It's only the midpoint in the nine weeks... and I already have fucked up my goal to have all A's. That disappoints me.

But something disappoints me more.

Donovan gave me his class ring. I watched Grease today and when the guy gives his ring to the girl... it is a promise ring. But this isn't what it meant, I just thought it was weird that was what it used to mean.

Tomorrow night. Fair grounds. 6 O'Clock. Miss Teen Grayson County beauty pageant. Come.

Vacations are way too fun for me.

Maybe I did some lying, myself.

Last night, right after getting off the phone with Donovan, I fell asleep. It couldn't be any later than 7. And a few people called for Daniel, that I cannot remember. Some guy called from the satellite company and set up an appointment for something, but I don't know what time. And Rachel and Daniel came in my room. I do not remember what I ( Read more... )

Here I am. Sitting at moms work, while she sweeps the floor. This computer has that fast access internet, and I do have to say I enjoy it. After this, we have to go get fitted for my dress ( Read more... )

I am disappointing... and for that, you have my sincerest apologies. I have a rather odd shakiness to me, and it won't go away.

Well, I dressed up for school today. Although Nicci didn't join me, as she'd said. But it's alright. I have a biology test tomorrow, and I hope I do rather well because Chris is depending on me to get a good grade ( Read more... )

But you'll know who you are as you read this. And so will everyone else. I don't know what is going on with you. Drugs, maybe? I have a reason to suspect it, so please don't get mad. But we're to the point that we don't talk much anymore. Sure, we talk online and briefly at school... but that isn't the kind of talking that I mean. And well, ( Read more... )