Tackling the person sitting next to you. Please don't try it at home.

OKAY SO FIRST OFF.
I fixed the comment thingy, so people can actually comment now.
When I realized that I never got any comments, I asked Strawberry if it wasn't working or if no one was nice enough to comment. According to her, it was that second one.
Turns out, it actually wasn't working.
But it's fixed now. So comment. You know, if you want to.
ANYWAY.
Today, I tackled Frenchy.
It was in science class, at the end of the day. Me, Genne, and Luna were passing notes (well, not really "notes". more like a piece of paper torn from Luna's binder with writing all over it), and somehow a pleasnt conversation turned into them interrogating me about Leo. Basil came back from orchestra lessons when we were about 3/4 of the way through the paper, but just sat across from me, unusally silent. Maybe he was just tired, but it was still strange. Anyway, Frenchy snatched the paper from my hands, wondering what was so secretive about it, but since he had to use a lot of force to get it out of my hands, the momentum sent it fluttering to the floor to the right of his seat. I, however, sit to his left. My instinct was to get the paper before he did, and I reflexively lunged for it, but I ended up tackling him! Everyone in the class saw and started laughing, except for Leo, who was all immersed in a book.
Oh no. After a million gazillion attempts to have a sleepover here with Strawberry and Silver, my latest one has once again been ruined. By my mom's boyfriend, who's ruined every single one of my attempts.
Technically, it was already ruined, because he was once again coming over to stay for the weekend, meaning I couldn't have a sleepover here. I don't get it; he's never once invited my mom to set foot inside of his place, because it's "messy", but every single weekend he comes here and sleeps here and eats our food and I'm honestly sick of it!
Anyway, we'd planned it to be at Silver's house on Saturday night, which upset m,e because I'd really wanted them to come here, but it was better than nothing.
Well, too bad. Because nothing is what I just now got.
Every other weekend, I have to go stay at my dad's house (although he and my mom sometimes switch if I need to be somewhere for something important), and this weekend was my mom's weekend (obviously, since I planned to go to a sleepover this weekend) and two weekends from now was to be my dad's weekend. But the play's two weekends from now, meaning that I need to go to my dad's this weekend, meaning NO SLEEPOVER FOR MISTY.
I really hate the world right now. And I'm one of those people who see the silver linings of everything, so this is pretty tragic.