Pretty sure I failed my French test EPICALLY today. Not even kidding. I had no idea what was going on. Oh, well, I can always bring up my grade in that class; it's pretty easy. French Class Girl was nice today. I had my nails painted purple because it's October 20, and she liked them. I don't think she knew what they stood for, but still, she was pleasant. She's been so weirdly nice lately. I wonder what's up with that. She had that big anti-gay rant, but ever since then, she's just been so nice. What's with her? Why is she being so nice all of a sudden? Hmm...
I got a 99 on my algebra test, though! I was pleased. Oh, and there is AMAZING news! Right when I get to school tomorrow morning, I may go by the office and pick up my study hall pass! The principal himself said so! Ahhhh! YES! At last! SO EXCITED!
I'm sad I never have time to draw anymore. I was just thinking about that. I haven't drawn a serious picture in a long time. I need to draw, but I don't even know what I'd draw.
You know, sometimes I think my life would make a bitchin' amazing comic book, but then I think about all the creepy Rule 34 fanfiction and crap that could result from it, and suddenly it doesn't make such a bitchin' amazing comic book anymore... I think I'd probably drop dead on the spot if I ever saw Super Duck x French Class Girl fanfiction.
I had to babysit my sister tonight, and I was helping her with her homework. Wow, why do elementary schools treat the kids like they're fucking stupid? I mean, yeah, they're little, but they do possess brains! Why treat them like they don't? I've never been a math genius, obviously, but I'm pretty sure that even I could do 5+5 by the second grade. My sister's teacher freaked out over handwriting, of all things! Writing the letter "D" a little funky apparently makes you terrible and awful. My mom wrote the teacher a note saying that that was a pretty harsh thing to say over just one letter, but I don't know if the teacher saw it. I have horrible handwriting, and I made all A's in all honors and AP courses. Bad handwriting does NOT make you dumb!
Anyway, expect a happy journal tomorrow about how great my new non-study hall is. If it's really anything like my friends describe, it's the polar opposite of the study hall I was in. If there is a hell, it's that place for sure.