<body background="http://layouts.cbimg9.com/33/16632d.jpg"><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/21353085?origin\x3dhttp://oppositeofwar.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>



First time crying in second semester = today.

The moral of the story is supposed to be that you work really hard, do all the work, and over come your obsticles. Thats what it's supposed to be, but I keep trying hard and doing all the work and I keep failing. I don't know what to change, and it's really frustrating. Not to mention that everyone thinks that I have the mental stability of a teacup teatering on the edge of a table. I guess I can kiss Senior Prefect good-bye. Not that I seriosuly considered- never mind.

I have no plans for this weekend because everyone had to go and be proactive and actually take the SATs before April 1st. Oh well. I guess I can sit at home and fastforward and rewind The Shawshank Redemption looking for cuts. Sounds exciting.

AHHHHH! Why is my life so boring? The most interesting life is Trigonometry! I need a new hobby besides complaing about my life on a blog that no one knows about.
Listen @ 7:10 PM