On Tuesday night, I went to the Lonestar concert I won the tickets to. It was awesome, and we sat next to some people who I told how I won tickets, and they were like, "You're the peanut butter girl? We heard you!" Which was really cool. That was a good night.
Today was shit. I'm missing all this Bio crap, and I worked forever on it last night, along with finishing that damn History project, and Mr. C goes home before I can give him my work. And he's not going to accept it, I know... I liked it better when I was smart and lazy. Having potential is much better than trying and sucking. And the life forecast? Not so hot. We're buying a Christmas tree tonight. I hate this "tradition." It rains, and gets muddy, and Phil and I point out trees and say, "This one?" "This one?" "This one?" For hours. And there's something wrong with every one we pick, until it's 1 AM and my grandma goes, "This one is perfect," and we roll our eyes as we realize that it's the very first tree we pointed out to her, the same one that just hours ago had a "Gaping hole in it's side," though it's suddenly ideal...
Wish me luck...

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