I want to update, but I don't. I have lots to write about, I just don't have any energy to sort it out and right it so that it's coherent. Perhaps it's because I ran a mile today WITHOUT STOPPING?!?!?!?!? That's right, go me.
Oh, I have something to rant about. I GOT A FREAKIN C IN PRE CALC! I VERY VERY VERY STRONGLY DISLIKE Mr. Smeenge. You can see how angry I am because I actually used his real name. The man pisses me off. He called my mom at the end of the school year and told her that I had a B. Then Wednesday I got my report card and it said I had a C fourth quarter! I got a B- on the exam, so my final grade for the class was a C! I have never gotten a C on a report card! Not even a B-! I'm so mad, because either he lied to my mom when he said I had a B, or he just decided to change my grade to a C? Between the time when he told my mom I had a B, and the time when we took our final exam, there were no other tests or quizzes or homework to lower my grade from a B to a C. He told our class that he doesn't grade on percents and crap like that, he grades on "understanding the concepts" or some bullcrap that he made up. I am so angry. Enraged. Not so much that I got a C on my report card, but that he's stupid and said I had a B but then on the report card he says I have a C and he doesn't even grade properly. He's such a stupid jerk. I can't stand him. I hope he gets exiled to Mexico and works as a gas station attendant and as a taxi driver. His family can stay here, they haven't done anything to piss me off. His poor family, they have to live with him. Oh man, I feel bad for his kids! They have to be raised by him! Oh the agony. A cold chill just went up my spine. I've been writing about Smeegle for too long, time to change the subject.
I go on vacation tomorrow night! I will probably update this again tomorrow before I leave. That should hold you over for the two weeks I'll be gone. Sorry, you can't throw any wild parties at my house because Toby is staying home. That is, unless you wanted to throw a wild party with Toby. He's so boring, his idea of a party is having some friends over and playing video games and ignoring the friends that don't want to play video games. On Wednesday he wouldn't drive me to John's house because he "was too exhausted from mowing the lawn." Please. So my mom drove me to John's in Toby's car. Jake managed to drive himself to John's after mowing the lawn AND getting hit in the head with a rock.
Anywho, enough of that business. Let's move on to more important things. Like the fact that NO ONE HAS ANSWERED THE QUESTION ABOUT WHEN DID POPCORN BECOME THE TYPICAL MOVIE SNACK?????????