today started off very nicely.

i slept late, and managed to get ready for school in five minutes. robin and i went around recycling and i even had time to study some history very quickly because of an extended homeroom. then i had to take the end of course history test, which was incredibly easy. although we missed two whole periods, the actual test took maybe an hour. i was sitting at table with brock, margaret, and william, which was really nice because we got to talk and doodle and make merry. i always forget how much i like william since i only see him very rarely. i want to hang out with that kid some time soon. anyway, after that i had study hall with allison, where i attempted to translate some latin. in latin, miranda, jenny, and i worked on a good luck card for someone about to take the AP latin test. at lunch, i was in a really good mood except for being really restless. i'd thought we would all come over here after school to watch the battle of the bands footage today, but katherine was absent. so i figured we could at least hang out, but brock had something to do after school anyway. hopes falling, i continued to history where we had a miraculously boring lecture and i recieved a deficiency. my day got steadily worse when i was late for 7th period, i realized i had only done half of my math homework (and i was even more annoyed that i would've had time to do it in study hall, if i had remembered), and we were informed that our next test will be may 7 –– opening night of ergolytes as well as the AP U.S. history exam. i dropped into a pretty bad state for the rest of class thinking about all the shit i have to do, and how bad i am at getting it done. after school, alice dragged me to the international fair thingie where we tried to eat some food, but mostly it was gone before we could get to it. although i did have some nice things, and the whole thing put me into a much better mood. we ran into brett, who was was stealing his own nutella from the french booth, which we, of course, stole. sorry for eating half of that stuff, brett. but it was damn good. once in the car, dad dashed all my dreams of seeing anyone later today by reminding me of our 6-9pm rehearsal. funny because i'd also finally decided to catch up on all my shit today... great great great. i want to die. i need more nutella.