Someone wrote "Mrs. Docta--bao" on the walls of the third floor using a black crayon this morning (bao is Tagalog for "can't bear a child"). Mrs. Docta is one of my least favorite teachers so to whoever wrote that--more power to you, man!

I swear, school really sucks. I'm short of bringing a gun to school and shooting all the people I hate. Seriously. This afternoon, our Philippine History teacher told us to chose a group, and I went to the group where my friend Gayle was. I didn't know that one of the jocks was joining her group too so everyone in the entire class was like, teasing me to her. Worst of all, some prissy popular girl made the brilliant idea of joining our names together (Mariko was the name of that jock), so for the rest of the day, people called me "Lauriko". Can you believe that? It really pisses me off! That just shows how screwed up everyone in my screwed up school is. I am counting the minutes till I move to Stephen's school, where there will be guys and normal people, not lesbians.

My eyes are in the verge of falling off their sockets from so much eye-rolling. I spent the entire fourth period, which is Values Education, rolling my eyes. I hate my Values Ed teacher, she depends so much on the book and makes us memorize stuff, but she doesn't make any effort to show us how to apply it in life or at least make her subject interesting. We were talking about nationalism, and for godsakes, how many times do I have to repeat that Filipino movies suck like hell? Our crazy Val. Ed. teacher can't accept the fact that nationalism went right out the window and there's nothing she can do about it. We can't bring it back by, say, watching corny Filipino gag shows or listening to cheesy, Filipino, pop, love songs. Sick sick sick. I wanted to sleep, but the goody-goodies who were sitting around me kept poking me at my side so I would stay awake. Wish I had that gun at that moment.

I honestly think my social life is going down the drain. I'm hanging out with the losers and the genius-type, goody-goodies. It's just so hard to believe that I don't have a drop of sophistication left in me, if I had any in the first place. To top that off, my hair sucks like anything and I am breaking out in pimples.

I have nothing else to say except "today sucked", so why are you still reading this?

P.S. Peter called me up two hours after I wrote this entry which made my mood a bit better. We talked for the longest time ever about school and stuff. I didn't expect him to call because I have been ignoring him for weeks but he was very persistent, apologetic and "nice". Four hours later, Alex called and I think I'm okay already. So which one of you dares to calm the savage beast in me by calling me up? E-mail me and I'll give you my number. Note, you cannot call collect.