I spotted that guy during lunch today. I got a real good look at him, and it instantaneously pissed me off. I am dying to be him... I wonder if it's really true? I talked to that other girl last night, and she didn't tell me anything about this dude. All she said was that my friend won't have a phone again until next month (which I already knew) and that she's alright. She also said that she did something bad but didn't tell me what.
I don't even know if I can wait until next month to talk to her. Ugh... I wish I was talking to her right now. I don't even know what I'd say. Hell, I'd probably just break down crying and tell her everything.
In other news, a bunch of things made me rage today. The fact that it snowed, but I still had to go to school was one of them. At least we had an epic snowball fight! My hands nearly froze off.
A bunch of my teachers were super pissy today. I don't know what was wrong with them... Oh, I got a high B on that crappy painting I stressed over. YES! I was scared I'd fail. The teacher said I would've gotten an A if it hadn't been late. Oh, well. The next project is going to be epic. I purposely picked something I'm really good at, so I can hopefully lessen the other grade's damage, even though it probably won't do much.
Anyway, let's get back to things that made me angry. My grandpa got this awful sticker (presumably from my dad's girlfriend) advertising a place I absolutely loathe. I told him I didn't like the sticker, and he somehow found it hilarious and kept trying to give it to me. UNFUNNY.
Speaking of my dad's girlfriend, I have to see her tomorrow. Yaaay. :| I had the opportunity to tell my dad I didn't want her to come out to eat with us, but I chickened out. I will now undoubtedly be dragged to the place I hate, and I will have to endure much awkwardness, and it's all because I didn't want to hurt my dad's feelings.
Oh, I pissed French Class Girl off today. Haha! In French we watched a movie, and when we were putting our desks back in the rows, she got super, super, SUPER mad because they weren't in perfect order. It was great.
Me: -pushing desk back into a row-
Her: OMG NO >:C
Her: IT DOESN'T GO THERE. GOD. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Me: ... o___O
She also kept making moves on Irritating Girl! Ahaha! I was sitting right by them and saw the whole thing. She asked her to rub her arm or something, and then she totally tried to play footsies with her, and she kept patting her on her jacket pocket, right below the belly button...
Wow, French Class Girl. Just wow.