I was grouped with kids I don't like, and was leading, which I won't do. Ugh it was just frusterating and everyone was everywhere and stuff we needed and whatever. I survived. Didn't let it get to me. Worked all morning fighting to finish my homework. And I did. No biggie. Learned some math, correcting my horrible grade. Dragged my grade from a 90 to a 79, my god. I will not let that happen now. Crim, we were taking boring notes, but I was enjoying them. So I don't say anything. English drags on. I'm enjoying this book and wanna read it so of course it isn't our main focus. Brrr.
Drove all the way to work with Steve, got papers and they told him to come back in April. Ok. Got home. He critisized my driving and I get defensive because I'm not wrong- just rough, and have different opinions. I'm fine, I'm not an overly aggresive driver, and it's fine. He had band practice, I went home and putted around.Enjoyed being home, you know? I hate it so much, but it's fine. I only felt like a burden on society for a few minutes.
Went to the grocery store to get milk. Just milk. Glad I changed out of my pjs because I ran into Kyle, whom was getting just hotdog rolls. It was funny. I haven't spoken face to face with him in so long. I always still expect him to have that eleven year old voice. Be just a bit taller than me. You know? He's coming back to our school next year. Should be interesting. I wonder. It was nice talking to him, though. A little awkward, but mostly nice.
And now I'm home and it's late and I just don't feel like going to sleep. I know I should. I just don't want to. I picked out my movies and yay. I'm going to bed.