Song of the moment: "Na na na" by Yuki Hsu
Feeling: Tired and shitty.


Whew!! I just got back from basketball practice... gosh darn. We were practicing lay-ups today, and I was doing soooo mother freaking bad. Blah! A top that, Jessica said that my eyes were getting kinda red and I was all, "wtf?" and felt my forehead. It was hella hot, and I hadn't even started running yet. But when we started doing our running drills, I didn't say shit to my coach because I didn't want him to think I was weak and have him tell me to sit on the sides, so I just kept going. I tried to do my best, but the coach was all, "Hey, Mil. Are you alright?" Me: "Yeah, yeah. It's just one of those days, y'know?"

Blah. -_- I better not catch anything serious. The Sacramento tournament is comming up! I am sooooo excited, you don't even know. And everything is perfect, too! My mom is leaving on Thursday to Las Vegas, and she won't be back till Tuesday!! ^.^! Isaac is giving me a ride there, we're going to leave on Friday around 3-4 and we'll be in Sacramento by 7-8 OR we might go to Vallejo around the same time [traffic around Suison sucks]. The tournament is on Saturday, and Sunday is going to be chill day *hopefully* with Ray, Kristy, and the rest of A.S.S. [I dont know who else is going to be there]. Monday; Isaac and I leave.... he drops me off to my house and yeah. I'm just hoping that the thing with Ray and Jen doesn't mess up Ray so much, that he's all depressed and in a state in which he doesn't want to compete or even go to the tournament all together. x_o

Anywho, school today was.... iffy. I received a note from the office on my A3 class, telling me to go to the EVIL Mr. McGuire. Dude. All of the "rotten apples" are asked to go to him like, everyweek due to exessive cutting and etc etc etc. I was like... ookaaayy... got hella scared and sat down in his office. He gave me an evil glare [x_o] and directly asked me, "Have you been cutting your classes?"

Me: "Well, I was absent on one of my B days, and I don't think my mom called in so...." *gets interrupted by the EVIL troll*
Troll: "Don't lie to me. You were absent for your B8 class, but not in your Zero period class, or B6 and B7 classes. I know you've been cutting."
Me: "x_o;;;;;;"
Troll: "I've counted up your un excused absenses along with your tardies, and all together, you officially owe me THIRTEEN hours of detention and Saturday school."
Me: [Oh shit.....]
Troll: "But since this is the first time that you were called to my office, this is just a warning. And I'll keep this between you and me, if you promise to stop cutting and get to class in time. But there won't be a next time. You can go."
Me: *DIES*

Blah. No more cutting art, no more being late for 00 period class, no more not going to school because I didn't study for a test or if I didn't do a report, no more not going to school just because I'm lazy for the rest of the year. Or else, I die. Seriously... x_o