But I let it keep me smiling a day.
Let's see, I kept writing and worked diligentlyish and got bitched out in culinary because my class isn't independent enough and it's almost ironic, because I've been so excited to come back and show chef and cindy how independent I HAVE become, working in a kitchen over the summer and doing some general growing up. I also have a lot more self confidence than I did, walking into the dining room that first day of junior year. But it doesn't matter, I guess. Not when I'm lumped in with a hwole class. We all just fall back into order. I still wish I knew what I needed to do. What do I need to do to make the teachers in that class happy? I'm trying, honest. I am. I'm at wit's end.
Otherwise, yeah. I tried and failed at making friends. but everyone liked my Yoshi shirt, everywhere I went. So I spilt ice cream on it tonight. No, not on purpose. Well then... I slept through psych becasue I was just so tired from not getting lunch AGAIN, plus it was about 104 in that classroom. Sorry, teacher.
Steve drove us to his house, we were gonna go to the bank and mall. I started reading, he fell asleep. I tried to wake him, he told me to go awake. I put my shoes on, told him I was going to swing, and walked out the door. Read at the park instead. He came for me and we went back home, he had dinner, I came home and made my own dinner, it had ONE SLICE of a tomatoe in it. I felt nauseas after. True, not obnoxiously nauseas, but nauseas. Like puking. It's stupid. so stupid. ONE SLICE, and that's BEFORE I deseeded it. **** man, not fair,.
Then we went to sheis and were watfching videos and got ice cream and came home. Tada.
I really need to wash my hair.