1 More Day of Hell Left to Go!

That's right, just one more day of Hell left to go and then SLEEP!!! I can't wait. So today was meh. I was running late due to the fact that I descovered I had no clean pants, which meant I had to find a skirt and shave. I hate shaving! Being a girl sucks. Anyway, I finially got myself together and got to school (after freezing because of aforementioned skirt). ToK was aight. The presentations were fairly good, but long. I don't think ours was that long, but then again I wasn't listening to us, so it probably seemed a lot longer to everyone else. Math was ok. I didn't get called on, which was nice. Lunch was ok. I went down to the caf and thence to the library with Mark. Spare was delightful. I read a magazine, attempted to study, and attempted a nap, but couldn't due to the amount of noise people were making. I'm very proud of my physics notes guys! They aren't as delightful as Clare's, but they're still pretty darn delightful if I do say so myself! And card games and pictionary were fun. I was feeling very abandoned after school because Rabe was Rabing Clare and herself home, and my significant other didn't show up at my locker. However, I felt slightly less abandoned as aforementioned significant other met me outside and I was escorted across the parking lot. The kids on the bus were absolutely horrible today! One kid, whom we shall call Joe, allegedly threw a snowball at onther kid, whom we shall call Fred. Now Fred got extremely angry and started holler about how Joe had no right to throw a snowball at him, and a long string of expletitives. Now Joe had the bright idea of defending himself by saying that if he hadn't of thrown the snowball at Fred, someone else would have, he just got there first. Oh boy, did Fred explode! After another long stream of expletitives, he stormed off the bus and made it to the stop light before another kid, whom we shall call Bill (aka: TB boy) caught up with him. Bill managed to convince Fred to get back on the bus and, once on, Fred began to cry. And not just normal crying, but full out wailing. You know, like when a two year old falls over and bangs his head? Well, just like that. After some more expletitives and crying, Fred finally decided to be quiet (about 3/4 of the way to the fort). Fred, I might add, looks to be about 12 years old. *sigh* I hate the bus. Mark is a real IB kid now guys! He went to bed at 4 AM! Oh, the life of IB students. Speaking of going to bed, I better go get some caffiene so I can go study!