Ohhh the teen angst.

So I reread my last entry, and realized how mean I sounded.
Je suis une mauvais fille.
So I'm here to correct it!
Lotso fun!
By "something evil" I meant "sulk in my teenly jealousy and pass it off as PMS."
I am not hiding mace and tar in my locker. Or am I...?
Nah, just a couple o' nanobombs here and there.
...
So, I have to get up at 6 tomorrow.
Yes, I know it's a Saturday. But I have a Model UN conference with the always adequate Strawberry. Yes Strawberry, I called you adequate.

Model United Nations conference: 7:30-4:00.

After that, I would normally eat a dinner of some sort, but I'm obviously not that lucky.

Neshaminy Marching Band Festival: 4:30-11:00.

Then on Sunday, there's the joy that is homework of honors proportions.
High school is Hades.