Perhaps one day I'll get it right. Maybe one day I'll be able to stand up and scream "This is FORKING RETARDED." in the middle of my history class. Maybe one day I'll be able to convince everyone that I don't try to be a good student, and that I don't think I should be hated for it (Ie: Evan B.) Maybe one day I'll think of something sarcastic at just the right moment, or know exactly what to say. Maybe one day I won't be screwed over by a forking group project that my teacher gave me.

I had this project for Journalism yesterday, it was fucking stupid because it was about Literature awards (Ie: the Caldecott, Nobel, and Newbery awards) and It got so fucked up it included calling my sister a Bitch and possibly doing the whole project on my own. I'm at home right now, sick as a dog with stomach cramps and a head ache like a mother. I won't be able to show my group mates what a terrific job I did on the project, and how I stayed up all night doing it.

In my class, a boy named Murphy (doesnt it sound like a dog's name?) announced that his group's project was going to be one shitload better than anyone elses. And I just have to ask, One METRIC shitload? Perhaps I just think that this boy is a fool that can't take anything seriously (Ghetto-fy-ing his poem for our poetry slam? That was special.)

I think it is time to make my self a batch of micro waved cookies. I like to microwave things. As I have heard, if you boil water in the mircowave, and drop something into it, the water explodes. Yes, it is true, and quite amusing. Also, if you crumple up sheets of aluminum and stuff them into the microwave, they spark different colors, like green and blue.