shooting stars are multiplying

I throw fits.

Or I have mood swings, or something. I don't know.

But fcuk, cause that is really annoying!

On Monday I crashed on the sofa for a good dozen hours. I would have slept longer but luckily by phone alarm went off and I thought, damn, I've still got to finish reading my chapters, write questions, and fill out that journal worksheet. I didn't end up turning in the questions, boo.

On Tuesday, we worked on our Stats project for most of the day. Around 9:30, David and his friend Steve came to visit. Wendy didn't come home but Vicky and I hung out with them for a few hours before they left to go back south. I didn't start on my poetry, because, well, I was tired.

Today escalated up and down. I got a 60/100 on the last Rojas test. Drama we watched most of American Dreamz, which I'd never heard of before but ranked fairly decent and is probably very symbolic. During lunch I got into a discussion with several people about ideal guys. Okay, so maybe a six-foot tall Asian is a little unrealistic because there aren't very many, but that's why they call it ideal, right? I could live with 5'11", give or take. 5'9", 5'8", maybe 5'7". To be honest, it won't matter if they are simply too charming. I was a jerk to Kev H at the end of Stats. He forgives me, but by the time the bell rang I was grumpy and tired and really mean, and after school people kept asking me if I was okay.
Shoot, I'm always okay. =[