Another day, another yearbook session

Rabe, do you love my font sizes lately? They are absolutely huge and unweildy, but I'm doing it for you! Anyway, on to today. Hmmm.. Today wasn't all that bad. English was frightfully boring. Why does she insist on telling us things we already know, but not the stuff that's usefull? I have to say, I think I would do better teaching myself if I had the curriculum rubric. Lunch was full of typing my history notes up (how fun). You know, sometimes the people in the computer lab really freak me out. There were some shady characters there today (if I may borrow Clare's word). Kind of creepy, but oh well. Bio and Chem were ass-numbingly dull, but so they always are. I'm just glad I didn't have to write much in Chem. Less notes = less typing. Yearbook was quite entertaining. We looked at everyone's grad pics and sorted alphabettically (something James seems incapable of doing for some odd reason). Perhaps it's creepy, but I really like alphabetizing things. Perhaps this is why my bookshelf is alphabetized. You know, I really enjoy yearbook. It's an extra hour that I don't have to be at home. It's an extra hour and a half I get to spend with Mark. I love walking down the hallways at school when there's only a few of us and it all just seems so peaceful and calm. There aren't any notes, there is no teacher that is demanding we do well because we're IB, there's just no...expectations. It's really nice. And Mrs. Yearbook Teacher brought her baby in today. She's so cute (the baby, not Mrs YT). I love babies. Not that I want one of my own or anything, but they're so cute. And they need someone to look after them. And they love you back without caring what you wiegh, what you look like, or how good your grades are. *sigh* But they had her dressed in pink. PINK! Ugh. I hate pink. Yes, I understand she's a girl, but that does not mean she should have to suffer such cruel and unusual treatment as being stuffed into frilly pink clothes. Ick. Home tonight has not been very productive. I did a few questions of a history worksheet and finished reading my FR and Napoleon notes. It just got very boring, so I decided to post. Basically, I watched tv for a couple of hours and then decided to do work, which got boring quite fast. Not so good. Oh, and apparently if I keep eating the way I am I am not going to fit into my grad dress. Fine. Whatever. Maybe I'll just stop eating altogether. Will that make you happy? Of course not. You'll just find something else to comment on. But of course you never mean it the way I hear it. No, you never mean to hurt me. But you know what, you do, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't hurt. I'll never be the person you want me to be and I'm sorry. I try my best and if that isn't good enough, I'll just have to try harder. I'll never be the person you want me to be, but I'll try. What have I got to lose? Nothing. I lost everything a long time ago.