Stoopid breaking cars. mine specifically. costing me $200 to fix . . . grumble grumble grumble.

I've realized that this whole week has been one long list of complaints from me.

No More!

I'm sick of being the person that everyone thinks is depressed or angry or pessimistic all the time. You people can piss off! everyone else is welcome to stay.

My week wasn't really as bad as I've made it out to be:

• I got two days off school to play with,

• I had my French prof give me a very big break on that French test.

• The weather's been lousy, but I got some great photos out of it.

• Erin decided that she wasn't my friend anymore, and really I'm kinda glad that she finally did. She was depressing to be around, and I hadn't considered her a friend for a while. So that really wasn't as bad as it seemed either.

• Procrastinating for my French test let me get nearly finished on my shield.

• And I came to the exciting conclusion that there is an inverse relationship between the amount of time I have to do something, and the likelyhood that it'll get done.

That's it for now . . . I'm sure I'll come up with more later.