why does life want to fuck me over? ( sorry about the phrasing but it was the only appriopriate thing that fits what im thinking) got in a fight with my dad. cried with my uncle for half a hour then talked with him for over two hours. he talked to my dad and made things better. i have to study harder so this friday will b my last entry for awhile because the new semester is this monday and i have
french 1 ( ugh i took it last year but it didnt transfer so i have to retake -_-)
earth science ( took it two years ago in PA, but here in virginia PEOPLE KNOW NOTHING-mock gasp)
basic design ( i've heard bad things about the teacher, not sure ima like her)
annnnnddd gym. ( *flips table and groans) THERES A REASON I DONT LIKE P.E. i lucked out last year cause i broke my leg and finger after that. ( long story dont ask)
i need to get really good grades if i want to convince my dad to let me stay the 3 months at my aunts house. if i get stright a/s ( impossible considering my record)
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH life why do you throw so much at me >.<
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My journal
Actionthis is pretty much like a blog, or journal of how im feeling. basically its my virtual diary. don't judge >.<
