aunt flo, depressed, cry cry
8:00 p.m. on October 23, 2003

Hello. How are you? I'm fucking miserable, no explaination there.

Aunt Flo came this morning, I had cramps the entire day, took 2 midol 3 times during the day, didn't fucking work. So when I came home, I just snapped . Mood swing all the way. Crying basically. Mainly cuz momo was like, "Carolyn might not go to the reunion"

Rehearsal was today. Yay. More about that later.

Eng. Sub. Worked on boring shit. Supposedly a test tomorrow. Whatever.

World. Worked on several chapters vocabulary. Way ahead, yay.

Theatre. We watched the duets of Michael and Monica. I loved it. Gonna miss them when they go to GP.

IPC. It sucked. Have to do a element with Eric. Got to see Adri.

Lunch. I had a slushie. Got a brain freeze. Oh my god. PAIN!!!

Spanish. Is it a crime to hate your best friend's sister. Because Diamond pisses me off. *tsk* I got to walk with Joey on the way to BCIS. Shared with him how miserable I felt.

BCIS. Sub. Pissed me off.

Algebra. Review for Chapter 4. Goddamnit, a test tomorrow. ARGH!!!!

Rehearsal. You ever have to sit through nearly 3 hours of rehearsal in pain, and smile through like 4 songs? It's not going to happen. Okay? I was in PAIN. Midol didn't work. Yea.

Thought/Quote of the day: "It is now forty years later, and I can still remember everything from that day. I may be older and wise, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes the memories of the day will be the final images that flash through my mind. I still love her, you see, and I've never removed my ring. In all these years I've never felt the desire to do so. I breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed, and I have changed, the air itself has not. It's still the ait of my childhood, the air of my 17th year, and when I finally exhale, I'm 57 once more. But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking toward the sky knowing there's one thing, I still haven't told you: I now believe; by the way, that miracles can happen" - Landon, A Walk to Remember

Word of the day: brethren

Hakuna Matata.

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