Jerk-Face.

Today started off pretty alright. School was going just fine and everything seemed perfectly uneventful.

Unfortunately, Advanced Comp happened to be on today's schedule. The teacher finally passed back the informative papers that were handed in two weeks ago.

B+. That's what I got. I know, it's still above average. And yes, I know, lots of students would have killed to get a B+ on their Adv Comp paper. BUT, the effort I put into that essay should have gotten me an A. Usually, I would have been even more pissed (annoying academically-focus overachiever, remember?), but this time it was more like: Whatever. Why, you ask?

Well, you see...in this class we sit in rows. (You're probably like, "uh huh??") I sat next to Eye Candy Boy("Ohhh!"), and (ahh!) our rows were super close together today. Obviously, no one was going to move a whole row of desks, so...yay!

Not to mention, in another class, he spoke to me. As in...directed sound waves my way. Yes. But I won't go on about such an eency, weency happening. (As you can imagine, I'm mentally squealing and jumping up and down.)

...
Ugh.

If the day could have ended there, I would have hit Day Two of my good streak.

Nope...up next: Musical Practice.

Not only were four girls crying/depressed/pissed off, the choreographer was being a jerk-face. Being in that environment for three hours, resulted in me going home wanting to cry/in a state of depression/really really really angry.

You know the moods that makes you want to crawl into bed and fall asleep for a week or so? This was one of those.

And that's exactly what I did. (Okay, not for a week...)

Since I woke up three hours ago, only a total of five words have escaped my mouth.

Future mime?

Maybe, just maybe.