Had my Math final today, which killed me. Math bites, there's no reasoning out of it with logic, it's just "This is the answer, too bad!"
But today was like, filled with these insane coincidences! The optometrist was like, "You can put all the maybes here," When I said I liked a pair of glasses. I was like, Maeby! Then I got home and I turned the TV onto "Blind Date" and it had a guy walking out of a changing room in this sparkly outfit and it said "George Michael had a garage sale!" under him. And a little animation came up that said "Gay-o-meter" with a picture of Liza Minnelli, a.k.a "Lucille 2!" Then, you're never going to believe this, but the girl walks over and goes, "What a looker!" It was completely un-freaking-believable!
We had more play practice today, because some supreme deity enjoys watching me suffer. The director and her posse were like, "IT ISN'T THAT HARD NOT TO TALK!" to me and a group of Jitterbugs. But what the fuck? C'mon, I sit there and do nothing for 3 periods straight, and you tell me it isn't hard not to talk? I was good for all of yesterday, and I say three sentances to Rachel, and they're pissed? That's just messed up. And next week, we're not breaking for recess. I have 10 seconds of stuff to do. I think I'll hold my breath 'till I pass out on the bleachers. Maybe my head will make a big clunk and everyone will gasp... And the director will yell, "STAY FOCUSED!"

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