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Not...a....good day
...written on January 05, 2005, @ 17:49

I hate hate hate hate hate school...

I knew monday that I should've gone to bed early but I was so used to getting to sleep late and waking up late that I didn't. Tuesday was ok, I knew I was going to have to go to school the next day and I thought I was going to be ok because my classes changed a little bit and I wasn't going to think about Wes.

Well I'm watching the OU vs. USC - clearly the suckiest game for OU - when my cell phone goes off. It's some number and I pick it up anyway and I go, "Hello?" the voice on the other line says, "Theresa? Hey." I'm like, "Who is this?!" and the voice says, "Wes." I started jumping up and down saying "Oh my God, Oh my God." He called my house and we talked for about an hour and a half. I was so happy to hear his voice, yet sad because I knew he wasn't coming back. He was kind of disappointed that I thought he'd never call me. It was great to laugh like we used to and the freaky thing was the night I got pulled over by the cop he had almost the SAME THING happen to him. He told me that he's in the process of getting a job at this ice cream place - Crystal works there. But at the moment he's just sitting at home because the school he's about to go to their first semester isn't even over. That lucky little bitch. Then we started talking about Napoleon Dynamite and we just laughed and laughed because he does the voices so well. He told me about Crystal, Shawn, Ben and his "other friends" and it kind of hurts me but at the same time reassures me that he'll have fun there and it hurts because I feel like he calls me because he "has to". Finally the call ended with me getting his house number and a simple, "bye".

My hair was half straightened when I went to sleep. I slept and I dreamed of going to school and seeing all my friends. I couldn't get to sleep last night, I was hot, then cold and my mind would NOT stop thinking about things. Then at around 5AM my parents are up talking all loud and shit and it's like "HELLO SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I get up and take a shower then straighten the back of my hair. The time seemed to slip by so fast...I head out the door and there is mom's jeep sitting in the garage and it's freaking windy as hell outside. Finally the bus is there and we get to school in one piece. I talk to Abby, Maxine and Edna it was great to see them. I walk down to the band room and I see Maile and Jessica.

Band was ok I didn't really think of Wes then and it was good that way. We played this German March and I actually did better than I ever had because I was FORCED to count and finger.

I found out that I made a B in anatomy and I was relieved, but pissed that I bombed my test and brought my A to a B. She gave us vocab on our day back and I didn't even have my book, DAMN! She let me borrow a book so it was all good. Maile finished it all before class was over and I think she'll end up making an A in that class this semester.

Brandi gave me a note today that I didn't read to 5th hour. Psychology, whoa is my class dead or what. Nobody wanted to say anything, oh well at least we didn't have to do that stupid "go around the room and tell us something about yourself" thing. I HATE THAT. Of course I actually have first lunch now and I'm so aggitated because I don't know how that happened.

I went to luch with Jackie, David and Colin. It was great althought the roads were so icy and David was driving like a maniac. On the way to Taco Bell we saw this guy spin out and it was kind of scary because he was about two feet from us. I hadn't had Taco Bell in about...ah shit FOREVER. It was pretty good though.

I didn't like history class because he didn't chanllenge me enough in that hour, he just gives his 4th hour all the answers. I sat in "Wes's seat" and I got a little misty eyed. It sucked to know that I'll never see him again, oh yeah sure the occasional phone call, but soon he'll be busy with all his "other friends". How I hate the military...

English was ok, we got a new seating chart. Of course Mrs. Crook spelled my name wrong, again! She always misses the "h", what's up with that? But she does always seat me so I have a clear view of Tung, he's so cute. We watched this movie over the contraversies of reading "Huckleberry Finn". Yeah...ok.

Math was fun because no one was there and Mrs. Schwarz didn't really cared what we did. Jessica, Garrett and I played UNO. Garrett won, but next time I'll beat him. Mrs. Schwarz let us go a little early and when I went out to the buses no buses were there. So I stood there with Ryan waiting on our bus, and Mike wasn't even driving. Our bus was so full and it sucked because half those people don't even ride it daily.

I get home and I'm so freaking tired so as I'm watching tv I fall asleep. Then I wake up and get started on my homework only to find that I left my vocab words in my anatomy binder in my locker. I was so pissed so all I did was my history homework. This was one of the worst days of school I've had in a LONG time. Now I have to figure out a way to get all my anatomy done before 2nd hour tomorrow, that's so not going to happen.

Right now I'm talking to Maile about her depression. She hates everything right now and I know deep down inside that she really doesn't. I know she's had a lot of pain in the past plus she's been on depression pills on and off, but if she's going to "get over depression" she's going to have to enjoy the good things and not dwell on the bad. She's so mad about getting a D in anatomy and doing so bad in all her other classes, but I know this semester she'll do better. Even if I have to go over to her house EVERYDAY and study anatomy notes with her she will make a good grade in that class. I just hope that she can look past all the dumb, ugly people at Westmoore and go on about her way and do good. And if she quits band like she says she is then who am I supposed to go on roller coasters with? *STROBE LIGHT STROBE LIGHT* ::Theresa does rave dance:: (I LOVE inside jokes...)

I think I shall go and warm up because it's like 12 degrees outside so I think it's about 20 in this stupid room. Ah yes Ricky you can say all you want about not freaking out when I see a cop, but unless you live my live, with MY dad then I suggest you kind of back off. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but for a person who's done everything right in her life and STILL gets blamed for whatever the fuck her sister does what do you think my dad would do if he found out that happened to me? Well I'll tell you, I'd probably be on "lock down" until I offically graduated high school and I was in college and still if I ever came home I wouldn't be allowed to do anything. All of this after getting the shit slapped out of me. So before you say anything read back a few entries and see how my life is...

Theresa

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