Today was surprisingly good. This is surprising because usually the last week of school sucks due to the stupidity of teachers and moronic classmates who don't understand that if they can't sing, they sure as hell shouldn't stand on a table and sing christmas songs....Don't ask, it was a tramutizing event....

It was my friend, Erica's, birthday and there was cake. Cake is always the highligh of any day...remember that. Unfortunately for poor Erica she had two tests in a row for her birthday. There's a gift for you, right?

The math test we had was so extraordinarly easy that I had 3/4 of a class to do nothing. Seriously, why do we do all this hard, 'thinking necessary' stuff in class and homework and then the test has nothing half as hard on it? Its frustrating. The people who actually studied were let down. I was one of the people who didn't study, so I won't complain too much.

We watched a movie called "swing kids" in history. Sad movie, huh? All about the Nazi's and stuff. But it has permenately ingrained the words "Ain't worth a thing if it ain't got that swing" in my head. And all teenagers out there who think our grinding and winding dancing is good, try to do swing dancing. You'll break your neck...and I'll laugh.

Art was relaxing, as always. Its up there in the classes I like list, which is understandably very short. The project we're doing is pretty good, if slightly challanging. Art is the one class I don't mind having challanging stuff in, it makes it more exciting. Unfortunately my teacher is beyond annoying. Our last project, which was a still life of our choice, in which everyone agreed mine and another classmates were the best in, she gave us both Bs. The guys who did nothing got As and A-s.

I'm annoyed about that, sorry.

By the way, what do you think it means when you have a dream that repeats itself at least once a month? Obviously it is important and should be paid attention to. So that probably means I should be concerned that in a dream I always have my mother doesn't help me at all when I'm fighting a wolf. In fact, she stands there and laughs.

Therapists and Shrinks, take a think at that. Please, I'd love to know what the hell is wrong with my subconscious. Obviously I don't trust my mother to help me in situation (which is somewhat true) but why is it a wolf? AND why does my family all give me little useless things? (ie: my sister gives me a sweater; my brother gives my a rose; my dad gives me a art pad; my grandma gives me a photo)

Now I can hear my sister yelling (don't you love it when your older siblings come home from college?) so I should go. Leaving her and my brother alone together for more than a few minutes will result in a fight, a fire, and screaming. Not necessarily in that order.

Gabby