Gym is the best thing ever.

Officially. It is. Gym class was so good today. But that's beside the point. I woke up, dug through the dryer for my beloved Nirvana shirt, well, one of 'em, anyways, and got myself ready. Mondays are actually one of my favorite days of the week now. I don't have anything to do besides homework in the afternoon, and I usually have a pretty low key day in school, since almost nobody gives tests on Monday. English was boring, french made me panic since I'm not really ready for the unit assessment tomorrow, science was boring, as was math, civics was amusing, and gym was wonderful. Teen Living was the same monotonous time suck it always is. If I didn't have friends in that class, I'd seriously die.

I got my report card today, for third quarter. My grades weren't terrific, but they weren't jaw droppingly appalling. May as well share them on here;

English - A (95 percent)
French - C+ (81 percent)
Science - B+ (92 percent)
Algebra - B (84 percent)
Civics - A (96 percent)
Gym - A (95 percent)
Teen Living - A (99 percent)

My parents are not pleased with the french, nor the math, but they'll have to live. I'm more focused on making the most of gym class and hanging out with my friends than being a flawless student at this point, to be honest. Ah, well. I fought a little with my mother over them this afternoon, since my lack of dedication towards studying has angered her quite a bit, and her condescending manner towards me has angered me quite a bit. But nothing apocalyptic. I ate with only my father and brothers tonight, since my sister had a gymnastics lesson around six. I spent about an hour studying french with my brother, and forty minutes studying science. If I fail anything tomorrow, it's so not my fault, at least, tomorrow it isn't. I hate studying, it does absolutely nothing for me, but it makes my parents shut up, so I do it anyway.

I've got piano tomorrow. And gym class. And the rest of school, but that's not nearly as important.

I think I'm beginning to listen to Stone Temple Pilots again. Just a bit. Well, not exactly. I've been listening to 'Purple' for over an hour, and it's still not getting old at all. But I've been listening to Atreyu and Bella Morte quite a bit, as well. When I'm on the bus, all I listen to is Blind Melon and Nirvana though, strangely. I don't think the sort of music I listen to actually pertains to my location, but it certainly seems so. Maybe it just suits my mood in each place better, or something. There'll be a study on it in twenty years...

That's all for tonight.