English paper finished.

Today I tried being happy. Due to an absence of bubbles (I brought some and blew them around everywhere the day before) that just wasn't going to happen.

In Japanese we had a quiz which was extremely easy. Watched a few commercials and worked on our speaking-test presentations. Well, I was suppose to, but Bernau-sensei had me working on trying to get her printer to work. The kids from Japanese 3 had screwed around with the printer again which always means that they've changed a setting to make things very inconvenient.

Found a reason to ditch photo today: my group needed to scope out the theatre classrooms for our music video. With proper consent from Mrs. A, Lauren, Mary, and I high-tailed it to the theater where the seniors were... supposedly working on their One Act performances. Talked with Christian in the hallway about a good many things, saw Mary numerous times, compared compact mirrors with Tyler, etc. At some point Nathan swung 'round and everyone left him and Lauren to talk to eachother alone in the hallway. Christian and I slipped them notes telling them to hurry up and screw so we could get back to class. Sometime around this point, Tyler tried pulling down my pants after I stole his sun glasses, and I promptly made an exit to the door.

And that period was the highlight of the day.

Mr. M was missing again for algebra, so we were stuck with this extremely snobby old woman. Did not enjoy her sneering and hacking one bit.

During lunch the discussion at the table was about which person would best suit whatever role in Moulin Rouge. I get to be Toulouse. Before returning to class, I did some serious play-flirting with Claire's boyfriend.

Art found me tired, dazed, and entirely carefree. Or careless. Or uncaring. We're currently doing pen and ink exercises and... I hate exercises. I cannot stand being confined so much. So I drew the piece of wood I had on my table (we were practicing different texture techniques) with a sense of meditation until halfway through the period when I stopped caring. Treat swung by to show off her squirrel creature and there were smiles all around the table. I gave her a blank look and turned back to my inking.

Liz noticed that something was awry and asked me what was up. Didn't feel much for discussion so I just said something to the extent of nothing.

Ate too much for lunch and felt severely sick before drifting off into sleep. Woke up to see Britney Spears on the tv.

Piano sucked. If I actually practiced any these past weeks, I might have that song finished. But no.

Contemplating whether or not I should eat dinner.