I feel ridiculous. Why? Because I feel like feeling ridiculous. Perhaps I am a ridiculous person for feeling such, but I feel that a ridiculous feeling is the best feeling for a ridiculous person to have.
Moving on…
I’m not sure if it’s actually possible to write my portfolio and send it in on Monday, while at the same time study for the math retake I have on Monday, then study for the history final on Wednesday and the math final on Thursday. (For english, my final is just a grammar quiz, and I don’t really need to study for that.) At least I get Tuesday for studying. But tomorrow and Monday will be hell.
I think I’m going skating tonight. I hope so. It’s been ages. I kind of miss it. I fall all the time, but I don’t get hurt easily, and it’s worth being able to move like that.
Gaah! I’m going crazy! I like the word bubbles. Bubbles bubbles bubbles. It’s such a funny word to say.
I’m okay. Mostly.
BUBBLES!
Okay, now I’m all okay.
I wonder what sort of friend I am. I think sometimes I really suck at it. I wish I could get better, but I don’t know what exactly I do wrong. Keep in mind, I haven’t heard any comments about me being a good or bad friend, so I don’t exactly have a lot of help in this area. It’s possible I do nothing wrong (hysterical laughter) and it’s possible I do everything wrong. Never mind. I’ll shut up now. I’m making a fool of myself. And it’s almost time to go skating anyway.

Blegh. Finals. I hate them. And they haven’t even started. Actually, I don’t even mind finals. They’re not bugging me at all. I know I can do just fine. It’s that English paper that’s bugging me! And my teacher is so picky. And drat, I have him again next quarter for Literature.

GUESS who got a freakin’ A on her math test!!! Yes ma’am. I got an A. Which means that I have an A- overall in math. I’m quite proud of myself.