lately all i've wanted to do is eat oatmeal. i think it's due to the fact that my first period teacher makes her a big steaming bowl of "maple and brown sugar" oatmeal every morning, and walks right past me and the smell hits my nose and i just spend the rest of the day craving it. but usually, i hate oatmeal; so of course we don't have any at my house. except today, my strange step-dad had some in his pantry, and jani made me a bowl. so, thanks ken, for having maple and brown sugar oatmeal in your pantry.

coach lewis was wearing a yellow shirt today, which reminded me a ton too much of mustard. and he KNOWS good and well how i feel about that horrible condiment. and he KNOWS that i have a tendacy to freak out if it touches me. and he also HAPPENS to have a small packet of mustard in his desk, for god knows what. and he also ACCIDENTLY squirted some on my desk while i was in the back of the room and consequently, spent a good 5 minutes laughing. what a great teacher.

i tried my best to study for both of my dual credit tests, but that was a waist of time. cullen did help me study at lunch, but it didn't really work because SAT words and memorization just don't mix. 12 years a slave is also the most depressing, boring book i've ever been assigned in my life, and i read and i read but my mind wanders and i keep reading, so i pass like, three chapters and don't have a clue what i just read because i spent the whole time thinking about kevin jonas's butt, or how bad bert's breath stinks. ugh.

and then if i try to pay attention in class, i just get distracted because roger sits next to me and i can't NOT talk to him, because he's got a swagger so bright, oooh. and then mr. barnes moves him away from me sometimes, and i get in a bad mood. as if dual credit american history doesn't suck enough without moving my buddy away from me.

i really hate the way chris rock talks.