Wow - I don't think Friday morning could have been any worse. I was awake until 1:30AM writing an essay on John Lennon in Spanish. So the next morning, I wake up late and run out the door. I get to the subway station and realize that my wallet (with my Metrocard) is in my house. So I get ready to go back. I go to grab my keys and of course, they're not there! So I'm standing there with my bagel and peppermint tea and I ask the guy at the station to let me in. He looks at my food and says, "You must have money because otherwise, where did you get your tea?" And I tried to explain it was from my house and he was saying, "Oh no, you can't bring that into the subway," and threatening me with police. So I had to throw out my breakfast and he STILL wouldn't let me in. I was crying because I was so panicked! So he finally lets me in and I get to school and realize, "Oh no! I have to print out my John Lennon report!" So I ran up to the library and tried to print it and the computer wouldn't print! By the time I got to the basement, I was about ten minutes late. So I get to Spanish and I have the essay out and she goes, "Oh! Not today! I said yesterday (I wasn't in class, I was on a trip) that it was due next Thursday!" So that was Friday. Luckily, it got a little better...

Okay, I'm done ranting.

I attempted to make a new layout. I've been having trouble with the spacing though...

Currently feeling rather stupid. On my spanish test, I meant to write "I want to be a psychologist." Instead, I wrote "I want to do a psychologist." Ha ha - you can laugh now. I laughed after I looked at it for a moment.

I honestly don't remember being in English today...I think I was trying to figure out what color eyes the kid who sits near me has. They look blue at times and then seem to be brown...

And what does it mean when you have a dream that you are the Phantom of the Opera?

I haven't been here forever. This is incredible! So...does anyone care?