Ugh, I'm a little bit mad at myself. Today was the auditions for the school play and guess what? I didn't have the nerve to try out. Damn! All my friends tried out except me because I was afraid that my singing would cause a really major earthquake or something. Okay, that's a bit too much but when I learned that in order to audition, you must sing a song from Les Misrables, I panicked and chickened out. The only song I knew from Les is On My Own and the last time I sang that song was when I was 8 years old when I could still reach the high notes. So I had to forget about it. Besides, a lot of really talented kids tried out; the odds of me getting a role, any role, would be a million to one.

Okay, the night has barely started and I'm already half-bored to death. I dunno, maybe I'll chill with Alex tonight. But I want to wear shorts because no girl in her right mind would wear jeans with this weather. My dad's coming home early tonight and if he sees me outside in shorts, I'm grounded for life. Might as well stay home and forget it.

My CLE teacher is such a bitch. I can't help it, I'm kinda mad at her. See, after this quiz we had today, I was checking out my face with my compact and she was like, "Dado, put that away." I HATE her. I hate people who call me by my last name. It's not that I'm ashamed of it, I just hate it, period. She's so dumb, she calls everyone by our last names and keeps bluffing about giving us all 75s in our reprort cards. Gad. And she compares us to her students in kindergarten. Like, hello? Why is it that she does such a good job handling little kiddies (she must if she says they get soooo high grades) and such a lousy job handling teenagers? It doesn't make any sense.

I can't wait for Christmas so I could have money to go shopping. I was thinkg of buying elephant jeans and a baby tee, but I'm kinda having second thoughts since the hip-hop crowd might think that I'm trying to be like them by wearing really baggy jeans. Well, who cares, I just won't wear them around those creeps. No one should dictate to me what I should wear and what I shouldn't wear.

By the way, Nikki and I are talking again, but we don't hang out anymore. She and Rhea have more vibes, I guess, and that's fine. I don't really like Rhea anyway. So I'm hanging out with the "smart" crowd, which is okay because they're really nice and cool.

My quote for the day is an excerpt from "I've Learned" and you can read the whole poem at Julie's Diary. That was awesome, Julie!

I'm going. Hope your Friday night's better than mine.