And now the rest of the story...
okay, sorry for my somewhat cryptic previous post. I was in 7th period which is algebra, and we are supposed to be taking these lame core 40 tests but I finished mine early, so I had all of this free computer time so I wanted to go to my blog and rant about standardized testing,but as soon as I logged in every one around me turned and assulted me with stupid questions of what I was doing. I tried to ignore the questions but I could feel their eyes watching me type, and that is a no-no! I can't have people watching me write, it just isn't done. It was actually kinda funny because I started to type and I saw out of the corner of my eye this boy reading it so I started typing in all of this stuff about how annoying it was for people to watch me post. Pesky freshmen. So for the rest of the period I had to answer questions about blogs and I even set one girl up with one. I felt like Nixon at watergate. Okay nevermind, I'm not good at coming up with relevant historical links to my everyday problems. Anyhoo, today I went into the chem room to have a little quality time with dear old Mr.Young, (haha I'm so funny.) The whole time he was helping me I couldn't look into his eyes tho cos someone previouly asked me if he ever blinked (thanks Patrick) and I came to the realization he doesn't. So this just got me started on weird theories of his true orgin. Needless to say I couldn't concentrate on assigning oxidation numbers. I am just really stressed out right now, I'm having dreams about chemistry and failing, and today at my locker I could not get it to shut and a not so nice word just slipped out. It was very strange. Ha, and that stupid big project I was going crazy over last night, well I couldn't get it to print so I saved it to a disk with the intention of printing it in the lab at school. So I woke up about 45 min. early to do that, and on the way I saw my friend Amanda and I asked her if she had her project done. She was like no why would I, it's not due till friday. It was all I could do to restrain myself from shooting a lemur. So basically my point is if I have to stay in school for longer than 9 more days I'm going to go postal!!!!ONLY 9 more DAYS! On a lighter note, I see the sun outside! Hmm, that's about it, sorry for the length, you don't have to read all of this, haha except you already have!muhaha

song for pre-summer yearnings: Elefant:Misfit

Abigail succeeded at 5:28 PM.