Move Along!

Guess what. Diana has a surprisingly shitty day at school.


We'll start with Astro.
I FORGOT THAT WE HAD THE CONSTELLATION TEST MAKEUP TODAY. AS IN, MY 16/WHATEVER THE HELL I HAD WILL STAY A 16. Secondly, argh. Just, argh.

What the crap do you mean that math packet is due thursday?


Lets skip to Psych. I love psych. Mrs.Koepnick is my homedawg and she knows I'm cool and all, but WHY DO I HAVE TO GET INTO SO MUCH TROUBLE EVERYDAY?? It's either ,"DIANA, PUT THAT DOWN", "STOP THROWING THAT AT RYAN" or "ARE YOU HAVING SEIZURES???" HEY HOW COME RYAN AND JOEY AREN'T ON HER BAD SIDES. HOW COME WHEN I'M WHACKING RYAN WITH A STICK I GET BLAMED FOR IT??? ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


AND I STOP TO TALK TO MY COUNSELOR WHO'S LIKE, WAY TO SCREW YOURSELF OVER, NEVER DO THIS AGAIN. JUST FOR THAT I WILL WRITE YOU A SUCKY REC TOMORROW.

NOT TO MENTION, WHEN I'M IN THE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE SOME OTHER COUNSELOR'S LIKE, "PUT ON A SHIRT". WTF, I PICK ONE DAY TO WEAR ONE THING THAT DOESN'T EVEN SHOW ANYTHING AND PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLUT/AREN'T YOU COLD?/THAT CLASHES.

THEN I COME BACK AND MR.ROSE IS LIKE WAY TO SKIP CLASS, YOU'LL FAIL THE TEST ON THURSDAY.


AND BRIAN, YOUR FEET ANNOY ME.





*fumes*.