fergie was born today. she is 35.

and this is about the only awesome thing that has happened today. in history.

the student council threw a little easter-egg-hunt bash for the elementary school kids this morning in the freezing wind at the practice fields. for one thing, it was a haze of easter color + cute, small children. second, IT WAS SO TERRIBLY COLD. why does the warm weather that was here for one day(which, by the way, couldn't be appreciated because i had to do a lot of hw) have to leave so soon??? come back...

i made newspaper! wahooooooooz!

but i don't get to do anything until next year as a sophomore. but still.

i did a little art w/ some free-flow ink and some notebook paper. i wasn't intending on using it, but because i regrettably forgot to bring paper that day, i had to use them (note the chemistry scribbles).

the past week was not good. i made a lot of bad grades on a lot of things, and i'm not sure why. i just seem to be getting stupider and stupider with each passing year, and i have no idea how or why. it frustrates me more than anything, especially when the world needs me to be smarter. i was in chemistry on thursday, and i had my backpack over one shoulder. i was squeezing in between this tight spot between my teacher's desk and my classmate's desk, and my backpack knocked my teacher's computer monitor to the floor. embarassing + stupid. i wasn't given too much crap about it because at least my chem class doesn't hate me, but i feel so bad about my teacher's computer.

also, on friday, we were turning in a major project grade for literature that day. i didn't finish the project at home, so i wasscrambling to get it done in school. i thought i was going to be fine, and i only had to print what i did in school before my class. unfortunately, my classmate got to the computer first, and by the time she's finished printing, class had already started. i was about to print, but my teacher got mad at me for not printing at home/before school. i thought i would not be able to turn the major grade, but she just barely let me print when she probably realized i'mma good kid when the guy came into class to tell me i made newspaper. thank dear God.