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So here I was at school at quarter after seven in the morning. 'Why?" You ask, because I had early morning band. And what time did I have to get up at in order to catch the bus so I wasn't late for the class before actuall classes? Five thirty. A half hour to pretend to get up then I had to get up at six and out of the hous at six thirty in order to catch the damn bus at twenty to seven. In my opinion there shouldn't even be a five thirty. Maybe I'm just tempermental because after band I had a pop quiz in math that I wasn't prepared at all for, and if I failed it just like the others, my mom is going to kill me because she has told me that either I get a 70+ in math or I'm retaking the whole damn course. Maybe its because I'm not having sound sleep anymore... or maybe its because I was up all last night trying to finish my art that I didn't even get done. My practice sheet is way better then my finished item so far anyways. don't even know what I'm going to do for my final project...the one that is worth 10% of my whole damn grade. Maybe it's all of it building up...

Too many maybes for me. I've always wanted everything where I can control it and not have anything surprise me or spin out of my control, but recent events have shown me that sometimes this isn't alwasy possible. I'm having a hard time trying to change my little habits like procrastination and the like, so I don't know what I'll do if something big comes up and I won't have any say in what happens. For me its a very scary thought. I always like having a say in things, it gives me a little bit of control of my life and what happens to me.

My art teacher is getting on my nerves. So far all he has done was tell me, in a not so nice way, to take the earphones out of my ears; but he's looking at my art in a way I want to smack off his face. Like its not good enough to let me pass the damn class. But I wont, because I'm a nice person who gives people the benefit of the doubt and so I'll pretend that he was looking at the persons art beside me. Besides, it's not like he would appreciate it if I spat fire in his face about everything he has done to everyone else other then the favorites of the class. I'm laughing as I think about it now. Just imagine... A fifteen year old who's barely two thirds of his size yelling at the forty-some year old bag of wind. Hes staring open mouthed as I throw some not so nice words back into his nasty face about his own art and teaching method. Argh...what a pleasant daydream. Now I wish that I wasn't so much of a coward and could actually do it...

Bah. Back to trying to figure out what to do for my final frigging art project that is due in five days...I think that I might sleep instead...