You know, I try very hard not to complain about homework or school. Really, I do try. But I think I've cracked. It's not my fault that I'm only getting a 3.1, because I do try in school. It's not my fault if the stupid Biology workbook thinks I know the answer to "Why is the trachea rather rigid and the esophagus flat and muscular?" You know, since we went over it in class and everything...

(side note: I now have an answer to that question, because as I typed it out it made sense...)

Yesterday I was talking to Stephanie about AP Euro. She said something about noticing that I had some wrong answers on my notes, but she didn't want to sound like a know-it-all and tell me about it. That just irks me. SHARE THE WEALTH! I mean, I'd be thankful to get the right answers! I wouldn't think she was a know-it-all!

Today is one crappy day, I tell you. I need to go outside and see God in things, and be happy about living. But I can't, because I have too much homework.
I could have done this homework on Friday, but I didn't.
Satuday is totally off limits, since it's the only day I feel like I have off in the week.

I'm complaining.
*dies*