Today was...well...it was...it wasn't Paul's fault. For once. Today was just one of those days where you're like, "Why did I get out of bed?"

It started this morning. One of my friends was really upset -- to the point where she was actually crying. I'm not going to say why -- it's personal, and that'd be a betrayal of her trust -- but it was bad, and she was upset, and I felt terrible that I couldn't do anything besides say how sorry I was, and nod when she said something that I didn't have an answer to. It was bad; she was really upset, and I felt horrible that I couldn't do anything to make her feel better. And I hate watching a friend suffer and knowing I can't do anything about it. So that was this morning. Shoulda known then it was gonna be a miserable day.

I got a 68 on an AP Psych paper. Not exactly a life-changing experience, but it sucked.

And then, just to top everything off, I had to stay at school until quarter of five. My mother had to work, and at first I was just like, "oh, okay, I'll stay with Mr. Caron (Band teacher) and work in the music library (my friend Matt and I have been attempting to organize it)." But then my mother springs it on me this morning that she had to work until four. Which meant i had to stay at school until four-thirty. Okay, not so cool with that. I ask Shayna if I can go over her house (she was staying for an exchange-party -- we had Germans at our school for the week, and she was leaving at four). She says sure. My mother says no, though, just stay at school. Okay, fine. Then she calls me at four and tells me she wasn't sure what time she'd be getting out, and to see if I can over Shayna's. But then Shayna says that I can't, she has too much to do. And by this time I'm just so sick of getting the run around from everybody, and I was in a bad mood and I just sort of...snapped, I guess. I tried to get out of the cafeteria before I lost it (it was full of people), but unfortunately Mr. Caron caught me on my way out. We went into the back hallway (blissfully empty) and I just had a meltdown. Not exactly something I want to do in front of my teacher, but Mr. Caron's very understanding. It took me a good five minutes to calm down and call my mother to let her know to pick me up at school. Unfortunately i made the mistake of doing it in front of Mr. Caron -- he didn't like very much that I lied to my mother (I told her not to worry about it when she apologized). He said basically the same thing everyone else always says -- I should tell her the truth about how I feel, and not bottle it up. Now, I like Mr. Caron and all, and I do believe he had my best interests at heart when he said that, but he has to understand what telling my mother the truth entails -- which is a lot of arguments and a lot of headaches

*sighs* So that's my life right now. I know, nobody likes listening to me whine. Well I'm sorry

~Sam