Okay, to start off, I have SO much stuff to do. Isn't it supposed to be easy at the end of the year? Not for me. I have a lot of art work to do. And I mean A LOT. I have things to do for people, a lot of people. Art trade thingys. Art for people as presents, art for people as requests, promises, pay backs, kindness, presents... Damn I hate this crap. I love art, but I didn't think it'd turn out like this. Oh, and thats just the start of my problems. They kind of go like this:
* School
* Art work
* Keeping people alive
* Making people happy
* Not getting tan/sunburnt
* Not getting into fights twards the end of the year
* Passing school
* Keeping friends

Yes, those are all things I have to deal with. I am sick. Oh so sick. Ear infection. For a week. Mom hasn't taken me to the doctor. Its affecting my head. Ow. It hurts. I got it better. Yet, it still sort of hurts. I think I might have been something to just take out of my ear. o0

SunBurn. REALLY OW. And, evil tan. I am pale, oh so flipping pale. So pale, that I am white... Oh, I had so much *fun*. I forgot to put on sunscreen. -_-; Part of my arm is BURNT. And a part of my face I think. I am not sure about the face but my arm burns like hell. I am about to get ice for it right now. When I am done typing this. I really don't want a tan, or a burn. >< They both fucking suck.

My mom wants me to do everything. Please HER. She expects me to:
* Keep the pool clean and full of water
* Pick up after my dog
* Do the dishes/cleaning/whatever she does
* Laundry
* Keep track of my big brother(><
* Anything else she can find. Oh joy... -_-';
Oh, she expects me to keep the food supply up to. Let me tell you this: People usually are in my house. They stay in my house. And eat my food. How am I supposed to buy food for all of us who are here?!

There is this one chick who is a whore and is preppy... And we are enemies. Not like me and all preps aren't but we are bad enemies. She called me a lesbian one day, and said she could fight me. Damn, what was she thinking? She knows she can't fight me. I can 'stomp her'(hee hee, Cheryl) before she lays a finger on me. Hee hee. And what I say, is, "She can go ahead and start a fight with me. Because she will end up in the hospital bed."

I have been trying to get my grades up. And I have been. My last math test score was a B. Yay... Yet, for all of you who saw my last report card, you know I slipped that quarter. I am usually good in school, avraging a C through A. Mostly B's and A's. Yet, I slipped so much. I missed a lot of school, got bad test scores, and didn't care about my homework or projects. So, I failed. Heh... it was weird. The best grade I got was in art. ^_^'; I even failed PE though... o0 Only because they didn't think I was working hard enough. What the hell ever... -_-';

And there is a lot more crap like, "Don't let them take you over" "don't let them fuck with you" and shit. You wouldnt understand, most likely. Grr... And oh, I get sick from the heat. My body tempurture is below avarage. o0