Great... day?

Ah yes, today, the most excellent of all excellent days in my dear young life. Ah, how I kid…I found it much easier to type my thoughts if a piano is playing depressing, or scary music. Today’s special is a heaping spoonful of Moonlight Sonata Composed by Ludwig van Beethoven with a side order of horribly annoying constantly freezing computer refusing to let me listen to my “olden days emo music” and proceed with my life. Next time, maybe it will be “Durch Den Monsoon” by Tokio Hotel played on piano. Now the only way I can get any more emo, is to cut myself while screaming/ crying “ich muss durch den monsun” by myself in front of my computer, as some one takes me off of there friends list on myspace. Life can be so cruel!
Anywho, I guess I should be getting on with my day. So, this morning I am awakened by the roar of a loud vacuum, my mom comes in and starts vacuuming my room at 7:25 (note: I have to leave for school at 7:40) and she starts screaming at me to wake up, and hurry up, and I need to leave soon. So I walked out of my room, and EVERY FRIGGEN LIGHT IN THE HOUSE WAS ON! (at this time in the morning, I’m VERY sensitive to light) So I spend the next few days turning off all the lights so I can re-adjust my eyes to the desired darkness. Then she leaves to go take a shower, and in those few minutes of showering I brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and pack my lunch. (I don’t eat breakfast.) so then my mom sees me all dressed and what not, and is like “oh, well I’m going to be a few more minutes, so I go sit in the car and wait another 10 minutes for her to get ready. Gee, thanks for waking me up mom! Wouldn’t want to be late!
So we drigity drive to school and I go to English, as I walk in the door my stomach and chest starts to cramp up, I can only describe this, as the twisting and cramping your stomach and chest does when you’re in the process of vomiting. So in English the first thing we do is silent reading (how fun! [Sarcasm]) and after that we have a long discussion on Romeo and Juliet, (we just finished reading it) we watched the ending to a movie based on the play (I swear, Romeo looked just like Zach Efron!) we watched the act on the movie after reading The act in the play. Today was the last act and the last part of the movie. But what surprised me was that when we were done the teacher started passing out tissues. Like, we’re people actually crying to see Romeo and Juliet die together!? To me, the saddest part of that movie was when it was over, and I didn’t get to watch TV in class anymore! AAANNND after English, of course I went to biology, I got there a few minutes early, but there was no teacher in the classroom. Only students. I didn’t even notice the teacher was missing until one of the students said, “hey, where’s the teacher?” and when they said this, it was 5 minutes after class started, so I was staring to wonder where she had gotten to as well, and so I looked on the bored, and there was a name written on it Mr. Grey, and directions to the class, so I guess there was suppose to be a sub, but he must have left after 1st block or something…so the rest of biology was pretty friggen awesome and stuff because WELL, we didn’t have a teacher. People kept leaving the classroom and bringing their friends that were cutting, pretty soon we had about twice the people in our biology class that usually show up. Then “stupid” (I’m calling this person “stupid” because I can’t think of their real name right now) stapled his thumb. And that wouldn’t really be much of a problem to me if Stupid didn’t start whining and crying about his thumb hurting and wanting to go to the office to get a band-aid for his booboo. I wanted to kick that guy in the face! (If he went to the office, they would probably call our classroom, teacher doesn’t answer, busted.) So after an hour and a half of nonsense, (no they never caught us!) I went off to lunch t look for marcus to tell him what happened. He was just like (aw no way! That’s awesome!) Then we wondered around for a bit, till I had to go to PE. In PE The teacher made me do study hall (as if I needed more of that) I spent the whole time doodling. AFTER PE it was off to Math class, otherwise known to my other blogs as the class where I give Tom a cold hardened stare as he walks past the door. Today when he walked past I heard him say to all his friends that were also passing by the door, something along the lines of, “wait for it.. wait for it…” *then he passes the doorway staring at me* “there it is!” *his friends laugh* its weird, I’ve never talked to this person, never communicated, and yet I’ve become a (tiny maybe) yet somewhat part of this persons everyday life, which was secretly, subconsciously at first, my goal all along. I guess he was cutting that class tho, because about 20 minutes after, he passed by with his friend both looking at me yet again, but this time he stuck his tongue out at me, and started rubbing it with his finger… I don’t know exactly what that means…then my teacher told me my term grade was an F, which is horrible news for me. (I used to never do any work, and I had a D-. as soon as I start catching up and doing more wok my grade gets worse. Tell me how that works.) So then I went to detention and did my homework, but I was all sad and depressed about my F. I don’t know how I’m going to get it signed, I can’t tell my parents, there already so pissed at me for getting a D, they’ll kill me when the find out I got an F. On the car ride home, my mom didn’t notice I was crying (which somehow doesn’t surprise me) after getting home I decided to write a bit..heheh…