It was raining a little bit hard today, okay, it was raining gallons and gallons of water. And guess what? There's a flood outside my house right this very moment and when I saw it, I was like, "God, this is it. The end of the world!" I never told anyone this but I'm paranoid about the end of the world. Any minute now, I expect it to happen, which is why usually I'm such a bundle of nerves. I really wouldn't want the world to end because I am only thirteen and to die when you are thirteen is a tad bit sad, don't you think? Plus, I'd like to postpone my trip to hell a little (I am assuming that is where God is sending me, if not to purgatory).

Good news: Mako might go with us to the mall tomorrow! Omigod, if he goes, I'll die. If he doesn't, I'll die too. I'm planning to have a neoprint taken of me and him only--if I have the guts, I will ask him. Do you know how much he has inspired me? I wrote two poems yesterday, an ordinarily impossible task for someone so catatonic like I am. I plan to give one of them to him in exchange for the one he gave me--he won't know that I am actually talking about him in my poem, of course.

We had a written test in P.E. today in which I didn't exactly do very good. Frankly, I don't see any connection with dance steps to my future. All throughout the day, you won't hear anything from my classmates but Martian-type words like, "Sway balance step--step, cross, step." It gave me a headache so I finally gave up with cramming and decided to trust my stock knowledge. I got twenty over forty--, but if I tried harder, I would've made it a thirty. I really hate anything that has to do with the arts--dancing, acting, drawing, etc. And I don't need a psychic to know that I will probably fail P.E. this quarter because we are taking up my least favorite physical activity: dancing. Folk dancing, to be precise. UGH. According to my teacher, that as long as we are in the Philippines, we cannot run away from folk dancing. The Department of Education required universities to include folk dancing in the curriculum. If that's the case, then I'm going to go to college in another country.

I have choir rehearsals tomorrow and I'm going to see Ms. Overdone Makeup again. This time, I'm going to give her my look that turns people into stone, and then I will say all sorts of mean stuff and cause a fight. I will probably get scolded for it, so what. It's not my fault that she's so ugly. Besides, isn't honesty the best policy?