God, is Peter annoying. I've been waiting for like, a long time for Stephen to call me up about tomorrow, and all that waiting crap made me quite irritated (I hate waiting). And then Peter ICQs some crap about me being mad at him because he said he didn't mean what he said that Saturday night. After that was sorta settled, he starts bugging me to feel bad for the people in East Timor, but I said not right now because I was thinking about something. And then he starts blowing up at me. Well, what does he want me to do? Pick up some machine guns and go join the fighting? Geez, can't he tell when a girl is annoyed?

Aside from all that, we are doing absolutely NOTHING tomorrow (perhaps that is why I am so grouchy). I am not exaggerating or anything. The whole day has been cleared of lessons because we're rehearsing for some stupid cheerleading competition I'm not even in it. I swear. Ten hours of sitting on my ass doing nothing is overdoing it. As a matter of fact, I can't even decide which is worse: ten hours of sitting down doing nothing or ten hours of sitting down watching girls jump up and down in teeny, tiny skirts. God.

The good news: CK's back! It took me off-guard to see him at school today. God, he's cute. He had a haircut and he was wearing these really baggy jeans and this really cool shirt. And Jean was nowhere to be seen! Whoo hoo.

My friend's cell phone was confiscated by The Dean of Discipline (DOD) today. Another friend of hers was playing Snake and then the DOD saw the phone and took it away. That's the tenth confiscation I've heard of this year. I don't think the DOD returns the phones until the end of the school year--poor kids! What does she do, collect cell phones for a living? I bet she sells them off and then at the end of the year when the people demand their cell phones back, she'll say her house had been robbed of the phones. Well, no one knows how the human mind works.

Don't you just hate it when a person gets rid of all her friends and then in the end when she has none left, tries to win them all back? She still has one left but she's a loser. I guess if you end with a loser for a friend , you end up being one. No wonder. So, I find that so, so.....desperate. For attention or something the world can't give, I guess.

WTF, I'll just count to ten and after ten, the phone will ring and the call will be for me and the caller will be Stephen. 1........2........3.........4..........5..........

6.........7.......8.........9..........10. RING, DAMNIT, RING!

Ughs, I can't stop thinking about anything else but what will happen to me tomorrow. Imagine, ten hours of wasting away on your ass while you can do something productive, like going to the mall and eyeing cute guys.

I lost weight. I went to the school clinic today and checked my weight (while I was clothed in my shoes). To my surprise, I weighed 90 pounds (Compare--in May when I was in the USA, I was a pig of 100 pounds). Actually, it was like 89.5 cause the pointy thingie was in between the 90 and the 89. When I got home today, I wore a tank top to check if I really did lose weight. Hmm...my tummy needs more improvement but nevertheless, I'm on my road to toothpickdom--oops, sorry, I mean sexydom.

I think I'll just go take my shower. School sucks.