Naps, French Fries, and The Backstreet Boys

All of those things have made me happier today. Not completely happy, because the day is just too crappy for that, but happier. I got home from school and decided that I would have a mental breakdown if I didn't take a nap. I was probably right, because I felt considerably better after that nap. The french fries were brought to me by my lovely parents. There's nothing like salty junk food to improve your outlook on life. As for the Backstreet Boys, well... That music always makes me happy.

If you haven't guessed, I've not had the best of days. I'm not completely sure what's wrong with me, but I'm going with stress. School has decided to be really nasty, dumping all sorts of tests and assignments on me. The assignments in Spanish class are especially pointless and redundant. I don't care if other people need them to understand the grammar and memorize the vocabulary. I got it the first time! I despise busy work... Spanish class was what pushed me over that cliff today. Yes, Sra. Maine, let's give the students 3 assignments, a test to study for, and.. oh? What's that? An essay in the near future? @#$%&*#! (That was my general thought process near the end of the day.)

After resisting the urge to curl up in a corner and cry, I went to knowledge bowl. I felt kind of bad for scaring my teammates. Apparently when I'm in a bad mood I actually look pretty frightening. Dens probably didn't deserve that glare which had the other fellows looking at me oddly. Michelle something other than cheerful and pleasant? Is it really possible? He shouldn't have stolen my purple pen. I am very attached to that pen.

Spring break... Spring break... Only two more days! That is the main thought keeping me going at this point. Just two more days, and I get a whole week to pointedly not fry my brains with studying. Only four more tests, and then no more until, umm... The vocab test in lang the day we go back. There is a two chapter Euro test tomorrow, along with the Ch. 10 stats test. The one happy thought with that is that I'm fairly confident I won't fail. For me in math, that's pretty impressive. Friday we have a spanish test (not horribly worried, but will probably still study), and another stats test. The second stats test will probably wipe out any positive effect the previous one has on my grade. Oh well. I'll live. Or go cry in the corner.

I'm probably being too melodramatic about all of this. After all, everyone has these days, right? I should just shut up and deal with it.