There's an unwritten law somewhere that says that if you start your day in a bad mood, the rest of the day will be pretty sucky. I broke it. I was pissed this morning because I couldn't find my, ahem, bra, and was pretty grouchy until I saw CK. He was dropping his sister off, how sweet! The mere sight of him cheered me up a little. And the Filipino retest was easy. The questions my teacher gave were the exact same ones in the exams and since we had discussed the answers yesterday, it was a piece of cake.

Last night, I placed Final Fantasy VIII (FF8) pictures in my brand-new binder thingie and everyone absolutely liked it, even though they didn't know the game. Even the non-anime freaks actually thought Squall was adorable! For some weird reason, my FF8 pictures made me popular today when I thought no one would pay attention to it since no one in my class is big on RPGs.

Stephen called me up and he told me that he and Alex are going to buy metal Dance Revolution pads next Saturday so we could have a proper competition among ourselves and among John. He and Alex are partners, of course, and poor Chris is stuck with me. For heaven's sake, I am getting so sick and tired of this competition bit. Everyone knows that Stephen will obviously win at this. I'm not yet even in the Another level yet, and he's already in Maniac. All my moves came from him. How am I supposed to top that? Plus, John is three times as good as I am. He'll probably oil the mat or something so I could slip and fall, which he will imitate about two or three times. This sucks. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I'd hate to lie to my friends, but starting tomorrow until this Dance Revolution thing becomes so five minutes ago, I'm gonna wear a bandage on my ankle and tell everyone I sprained it playing basketball (yeah, like I can run and jump). If I can't pull that off I'll just beat the shit out of John.

Intramurals are on the 14th and 15th. I wanted to play in the Tug-Of-War but the class president who was in charge of taking down names said I wasn't fat enough, and that the other team would probably drag me down the mud cause I'm too thin. Screw her. So what if I'm a toothpick (or so she says), I'm strong. I can knock her down with a mere flick of my finger if I wanted to.

Everyone on the Internet seems so depressed now that school's back. Share with me in my agony. Well, two more fricking months and I'm outta there. I get out of school March 15th--all right! I can't wait till summer break. Annie and I plan to visit anime shops, which is cool. And ummm, I'll wear tank tops and short shorts. It's going to be hot for heaven's sake and I refuse to lounge around in jeans. Ten days after the last day of school will be my fourteenth birthday! All right. Being thirteen sucks. All the older people out there think thirteen-year olds are total airheads and morons, which suck. The bad part is, I'm beginning to think the same way too. Like, whenever I talk to people in IRC, I totally avoid all the thirteen-year olds because they act like total airheads and morons. And I have to say that I'm fourteen when I'm in IRC, or else no one will talk to me. For some reason, I can't stand being in my own age group (no offense to my age group-mates). I might as well be two years old! I've noticed that all my life, all my friends have been at least a year older than me. When I was a four-year old, all my buds were six-year olds. Now I'm a thirteen-year old, and all of my buds are fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Is that a good sign or a bad sign? Does it make me sound something like a wannabe or what? I can't wait for fourteen.

I swear, Martin sounds like a priest when he gave his opinion on why he believed in God. If he was a girl, he'd fit right in my school.

Chris W (the online version) is feeling kinda bummed cause he wants to get back with his ex who lives a couple of states away from him. Based from what I've read, she feels the same way. I told him that true love conquered distance and some more yadda yadda lecture stuff like that. Well, at least he's got somebody. I've got to rely on myself, at least now for the time being. I'd hate to sound real whiny and everything but I'm still trying to figure out how to get out of this Dance Revolution competition bit. It's a miracle--Lauryn the Invincible is actually thinking of chickening out, but I'm really desperate. Any ideas, no matter how nutty they are, are welcome.

My mom's got a calendar of paintings in her wall and when I got a closer look, I saw that they were winning paintings in some contest in a high school. Not only were there no female winners but the male winners weren't cute at all. What a waste of perfectly good paper.

I was looking around at those educational magazine my school gives out because I was bored, and I read an article about a couple of exercises. It said that that if you do them properly everyday during the moment you wake up, midday and before you go to bed, you'll grow one to five inches taller soon. How soon enough is "soon" anyway? For me, simply hauling my ass out of bed is tedious exercise. I won't be able to handle that crap. Guess that means I'm still stuck with platforms.

Chase is off to Switzerland in a few hours and hopefully we'll be good at mailing letters to each other. Enjoy your stay there, Chase.

I think I'll go to bed early tonight. This boredom thing has made me sleepy. Nighty.