Happy Hearts Month. Yeah, for you guys. Count me out!
Okay, I know that was a bad start, but its what I feel right now. It's still about my grades. Darn, it always is!
Here's what happened: my ranking went up to third for this quarter, and I promised, well, I can't remember if I did promise-maybe not, because I perfectly know I can't handle promises that well-I said to myself that I'll make up for my third quarter grades for the fourth quarter. Well, a promise or not, I wasn't able to. I seriously know I am going down for the last quarter-honestly, I always say I'm going to go down, get low grades, blah blah blah, but I'm dead serious! I'm lazy enough to study that it's possible for me to pretend I'm sick and be absent for the day. Oh, and by the way, that's an old trick. I've done that before. So maybe mom would be able to tell that something's fishy if I do that again. Oops.
Eurgh. Enough with this talk. I've still got a lot of stuff to say. But really, it'd be a real miracle if I ever maintain my ranking for the fourth quarter. Too bad if that didn't happen, because medals are awarded for the fourth quarter, and all I've got so far are three First Honor qualifier certificates for the last three quarters. Of course I wanted something heavier than paper. Why, oh why do laziness have to struck me for this last marking? Fate already took my chance last year. Can't it give me something bronze and round and hang it around my neck? Or can't it just reply that, "Sorry, Abby, you're being too selfish."? Cause I'd appreciate that more than keeping on asking.
Anyway, I've had enough of this talk for now. I've got a new object of affection for this-ehrm, yeah, I guess, for this month. I can't even remember if I met HIM this month. Well, anyway, he's already got a girlfriend, and still have lots of girls wanting to be his girlfriend, and still have lots of girls who are willing to kill just to be his girlfriend. Oh, you can pick my name on this. Not on the kill part, though. But what do I have against his girlfriend? They'd been together for almost two years. maybe three, or nearing three. And I don't even think that he knows I exist. Well, maybe he's seen me, but then, maybe I was invisible when he did see me. Err.
I had my birthday-PLEASE DON'T ASK MY AGE-last February the thirteenth. (Ooh. Friday. Cool.) And had my party on the fourteenth. Whoa, maybe I'd go on the details next time If I get the chance. Time's stabbing me at the back again. I've still got laundry to do, and still have to study!
