The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #8: 2-3-14

Nnnggggg.....

I'm dizzy. I try to open my eyes. Everything swirls around head. I close my eyes, for what I feel like an hour.

I finally open my eyes coherently. I look at my phone. Sweet! It's 6:15.

I thought maybe it was 6:45.

So I try to get a few more minutes of sleep, and wait for mom to get me.

Now it's 6:35. Huh...

I guess she's not working today.

So I get up get dressed, and....

Oof!.... Ohh... Oww...

My upper ribs are in a lot of pain. So I move slowly, and eventually get everything ready to leave. It's 7:00am when I get to school.

I go to my regular spot, and listen to music. Then, David gets there. We're all just done for the day. Exhausted and tired.

Well.... That didn't last for long. Because in 3rd hour study hall, RJ. scared the living shot out of me. He mad me play the "idiot game" I've should have known. It was just the same as that "Scare Maze" thing. A creepy face came up, and a loud scream. Goddamn. That asshole. But then he tried to do it again. With a different game. I am smarter than that.

Jeez.

But then I fell asleep again. In Spanish class. All they do is review. So boring. So I got a half hour extra sleep!!

Then after I woke up and left for band, David met up with me and we went to band class together. Danielle.. Well... Either she's ignoring me, me and David, or she's just in a bad mood. I'm not sure. [Edit: Turns out she is in a shitty mood] But she gets a bit scary, I think.

After band, I was happy yet unhappy about going to English class. Happy because I finished my outline for my paper. Unhappy, because now I'm 50 pages behind in the book we're reading. SO MUCH ENGLISH, NOT ENOUGH MOTIVATION! I also almost fell asleep in that class.

I tried waiting for Mac after school, but I guess he wasn't there.

Then when I got home, I played INTENSE DONT LET THE BALLOON TOUCH THE FLOOR game with my brother.

Then I had a mini pizza. Yum.

And then I had to go to physical therapy. Right now, all I can say about PT is that they have to rub/massage my ankle to relieve tension. And it's one of the best feelings of the day. I only have PT on Mondays, and Wednesdays.

When I went home, mom got really stressed about a ton of stuff. Not fun.

Sooo, that was my day. I'm going to eat, bathe, and go to bed. This journal was composed as everything happened. So it might seem a bit different. I'm not sure. I always enjoy feed back!

Have a Good Aftermorvening!