Yeah... its almost summer!!! Just 6 more days of school and I am free to sleep until I'm forced to get up because I start tasting my own breath! (Eww... That sounded rather nasty...) But there are a few problems.... a)I have two D's in school b) I can't figure out how to bring them up 3) my mom thinks I have straight a's and b's. Ooops... you could say that I slacked off a little in the homework department.... and the test department. And the studying department... ok, so I'm a slacker. I don't like school, and school doesn't like me. (We're arch enemies.) Don't get me wrong- I love the guys. (Not the goth guys with the 50 earrings in their lip and the multiple tattoos on their arms, but the cool, yet sorta nerdy guys. I'm attracted to nerdy stuff. ^_^) But all the guys in school couldn't save me from failing. Personally, I think my teachers are just out to get me, so they fail me on purpose. It's all because I called my teacher fat in 6th grade. (In fact, that's when my grades started plummeting... man, I miss elementary school... esspeccially the naps.) I didn't say it to her on purpose- I was calling her fat to my friend, and she happened to over hear our conversation, so it's only her fault for getting all self concious and freaked out. In fact, I normally don't say those sorts of things about people (out loud), but I was feeling angry that day because some guy at school told me I looked like Hello Kitty (How? She's a cat! Do I look like a little white cat with a bow in her hair? That would be a NO!) so I sorta took out my anger on my teacher. So that's what started it all. I bet that teacher told all my future teachers "Fail her", and- sadly- they listened. Besides failing school (my arch enemy), Gary is furthermore pushing my life down the tubes. Ok, Gary is my ex-boyfriend. (And Gary is not his real name... it's much nerdier... ^_^) We went out for 3 months- 3 LONG tortourus months. I didn't like him from the start- I just felt bad for poor Gary because he never got girlfriends, so I thought "Okay, 1 week and I'll break up with the dude", but I have a very weak inner self, (that was deep... ^_^) so I let the worst relationship I've ever been in (Harsh, I know.) drag on 3 months. Anyway, Gary is still feeling "hurt" that I broke up with him, so he goes around school all mopey and sad (After a month!! What a weirdo...), and when people ask him what's wrong, he'll say "The love of my life broke my heart" and then the little traiter will pull out a picture of me show the person. Then the person hates me for "hurting" him. Gary gets around- he's told pratically the whole school, so now everyone pretty much thinks I'm this huge heart breaker. Thanks, Gary... Just another reason to move onto 10th grade next year- new school, new BIG school, lots of people, less chance to run into Gary. (I'm thinking about releasing wild, rabid ducks on Gary and letting them peck at his face, that way when people ask him what happened to his face, he can pull out a picture of a duck and everyone can start hating ducks instead of me...) Don't get me wrong- I still have a good number of friends, and alot of people think that Gary is just pathetic, but I still get a good number of people giving me the evil eye. *sigh* The bad part is Gary works at Chic-Fil-A, so if I ever dare to show my face in there again, I'll have to look at his pathetic "sad" eyes again, so... sigh... no more waffle fries for me. (darn... I really enjoyed those...) But sacrafices must be made to avoid ex- boyfriends... which in turn, I hope, takes my life back out of the tubes...