Today was ugh. School sucked (don't ask why) and my horoscope for today said that I would be celebrating tonight but I didn't. John wants to be in our group so badly that he'd actually apologize individually to us for all the humiliation and pain he had caused. All of us planned to meet at my place and invite John so that our ulitimate humiliation plan would work but John the chicken-wuss never showed up. So did Chris, who's like one of John's most feared people. Why is it that the thing you're very excited about always never happens? So, Alex, Stephen and I just played Dance Revolution (I watched mostly cause I wasn't in the mood) and Stephen told me I had to do FF8 all over again because I forgot to get these certain cards I'll need later in the game. I guess I concentrated on the love story too much. Grr. Alex isn't mad at me. At least, she didn't seem to tonight but she's very prone to mood swings so you can never be 100% sure.

I think I've made a scientific breakthrough: I made it through a whole day without eating any proper meals. I left my money at home because I need to save up badly. So I didn't eat anything at school today, except occasional, bite-size chocolate chip cookies I'd snagged from Dyancel. And then a tiny bit of chicken when I got home. I expected to pig out as usual when my friends came over since junk food and minimal sleep is our Friday-night ritual. But it turned out that Stephen was broke which is a bit disappointing cause I was looking forward to finishing a whole box of pizza. Cool, huh? Don't get me wrong, I'm not anorexic and I'm not depressed. I'm just a broke teenager who desperately needs money for clothes and gimmicks. For a Human Garbage Disposal like myself, not eating so much for a day is major news. I don't think I'll have any problem with looking fat in those tank tops this summer.

I'm not so bummed about being in the school play anymore. In fact, I don't mind at all. I was talking to Kristel on the phone and she said they've got rehearsals tomorrow from 8 a.m. till 5 p.m. And she's only part of the chorus. Whoa, that is tough. Why is it that it takes hours and hours in order for you to do a couple of measly notes? It doesn't make any sense.

I think I worry too much. Life doesn't begin in high school; life ends in high school. It's so tough, what with grades, friends, stupid teachers and the whole damn world against you. I can't believe my dad entered college at the state university with a scholarship when he was only 15 years old. That's the age of Stephen and most of my net friends. I can't believe how smart he is and still had all that fun in high school.

I'm going to bed. Goodnight.