It's Friday... Again.

This week flew by. It felt more like one endless day than anything else, seperated only by a few meager hours of sleep at night. I don't mind the weekends, but I do miss going to school, at times. Two days is hardly a lengthy wait, though. I'll make it through. Fridays are probably my favorite day of the week, since they've got a balance of both school and relaxing, which is lovely.

Today was not really remarkable in any way. I had my math test, which was definitely challenging, but nothing insanely impossible like some of 'em. Despite the fact that I did not study my brains out, like we were apparently supposed to, nor did I know quite what I was doing at all, I think I pulled it off. My other classes proved to be the worthless, uninspired, monotonous blocks of time that they always were, with the exception of gym. Gym appears to be turning the tables on me and making itself become unbearable, with the approach of a much dreaded frisbee unit. There are so many things wrong with it, I don't even know where to begin. But school ended itself eventually, like always.

I had a pretty boring Friday afternoon, one that consisted of hanging around outside, wasting more of my life on the Internet, and forgetting to practice piano, yet again. My teacher is going to think I'm even more talentless and undedicated than I've already proven myself to be if I keep this up. But I'm beginning to sound rather pessimistic. The weather was really nice today, and my mother is beside herself with joy because... well, I don't know, to be honest. She PMS's all month. Constant moodiness, from the first to the thirty first. At any rate, she was far easier to live with today.

Best part of the day might have been, sadly enough, the second when I walked into gym. Before I figured out what we'd be put through for the duration of the class. Nothing very thrilling happened today. Oh, and in case you were wondering, I do not actually enjoy gym as a class. In fact, I rather hate it. That's not why I'm constantly rambling on about how it's better than everything else in the world of human wreckage that is my school.

Worst part of the day was probably rushing like mad to finish up my sewing patterns in 'Teen Living'. I've been hating that class more and more every day since we finished cooking. I had to run four sheets of paper through the sewing machine at its maximum setting before the class was over, which created torn, ragged messes. Messes that were, I feel obligated to add, completed and turned in on time. If the grading scale isn't too harsh, I'll be fine. I think.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I am currently in love with Sleepyhouse, by Blind Melon right now, mostly because the vocals on it are so beautiful. Why does everyone with talent go and die?! This band has the best acoustic riffs ever. They're so catchy.

But, anyways. Enough said. That's all for now.