She got some ham

I... life is stressful. But in saying that, I sort of decided it. Because technically it ain't all that bad, just gets. Extremely. Majorly. Really. Extremely. Old. Annoying. Redundant. Old. But I got several things done this half day, including trumpet, guitar, reading, homework, and soon a blog post! And I had a kabob from the local place. My mom got it for me though because I was like seriously hungry and had HW. She said they tend to serve the regular customers (Arabs) before students and whatnot. They were ok, but less good as the ones in Geneva. 

So in Spanish its actually kinda ironic. Because we're supposed to write a blog in Spanish. Yeah. No kidding. They had a picture of a webpage with a Spanish blog, titled "Mi Blog Favorito". You don't need to know Spanish to know what that means. The blog was about the guy's family and friends. He had pictures and stuff. Sort of... bland. I like blogging. Not really in Spanish though. We changed seats again, so I sit next to this Christian guy who I think is American. He's awesome in French, and seems to be a good student. So yay. I could blog about anything, but I chose my family because that's easy. After Spanish I asked Claire about it, and mentioned I had a blog. She seemed unimpressed. "It's cool," I said, referring to having a blog, not necessarily that my blog was cool. "Hmm. I bet you write about how Michigan sucks!" (she's an OSU fan, remember). "Nope. I actually write about how it rocks," I said with a grin, already planning out how to blog about all this (ironic much? Or maybe.. I dunno the word).

SVT was ugh. The teacher's like really pregnant. It helps when your lab partner knows what the heck to do, and communicates that to you. We have this slightly big HW assignment about something with crystals in basalt, or something. I have to like write 2 paragraphs in French about something and something. The other kids don't even know what to do, so that's a bad sign. I don't really care... teacher makes me do all the work and stuff but doesn't expect much. 

I AM really ticked off about Algebra. Don't even get me started. Like how I have three stupid stupid math classes and NONE of them are what I need. Yeah I know I know I've mentioned this before, but like UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. Stop.

I still have stuff to do. UGH and its already PITCH BLACK OUTSIDE. What the hell is wrong with this?!?!? Why do I suddenly feel like breaking down/spazzing/dying??? Shut. Up. No. Argh. Just... stop. Is this getting to me? No I gots it down. Is this not even real? Perhaps I am over-reacting! But like, argh. Tina! Becca! Anthony! Alex! Mityako! Jenny! Hannah! Pascale! Becca! 

Anthony. Well, I was going to do that "moins vingt" thing, but then I asked M. Besson and he said that that's only for when its midi or something. And whatever. Thanks for commenting/reading though... 

I need sleep. 

Damn it, I have hockey. 

Just... stop. 

Ann Arbor: 0

Absence of Ann Arbor: 1 (but several more)