I am neglectful. I've come to accept it.
I actually can't believe it's Wednesday night already. But then, Monday and Tuesday usually go by fast, and Thursday and Friday seem to drag on...yeah. Whatever. It's all the same amount of time anyway.
My horoscope told me that Monday would be a, I quote, "perfect" day. Was it? Alas. I had lab, for one thing. And a science test.
I just started writing the same thing as my last entry. Wut.
ANYWAY. I don't think I did very well on the science test. There was a bitchin' trick question which I can't believe I didn't get, but honestly, I just don't think that way. If someone tells me there's going to be an answer than I believe there's going to be an answer. Ugh.
Also, I thought I did pretty well on the in-class essay, but he went over it and I realized exactly how bad it was. So screw it. My grades depress me anyway.
Overall, Monday was just boring. Nothing special.
Yesterday was pretty much the same. Just boring. Glee was not on (which was lame). I had deep thoughts about how everything was stupid. Up thought it was cool that I'm Norse. I, once again, did not participate at all in gym.
Well, I did that again today, too. My basketball team is much nicer about it than my volleyball team was. They actually make me play, even though I don't want to, and don't complain about sitting out themselves. And they--well, at least one of them--for some reason passes me the ball at least once a game, and I freak out and throw it immediately back to them. Note that when I say "they", I mean the two guys on our team that I feel could ever constitute a basketball team, Jimmy and John. I don't know them at all. But at least they're nice about it.
I should be writing an essay right now. If you'll excuse me.