It's just a Wednesday night.

 and school will be here in a week! It's bad enough to have all this grueling AP Lit work, and now I have so little time to finish it. what the hell is mr.armstrong thinking? giving us godly seniors, 5x7 card work and reports that end up 7 pages long. I'm just waiting for that moment when we walk into class the first day and he screams, "JUST KIDDING! you did all that work for nothing!".  because that's just how he is. just about as temperamental as a bull that you ran behind and slapped on the ass. I always try to be the one that doesn't slap him on the ass. anywho, it's hard to say how I feel about life right now. excited because my senior year is starting? sad because my father is dying from liver psoriasis. or enraged because a few days ago my mother told me she wished she would have gotten an abortion because her life would be so much better. But who cares how I feel about my life right? In the end, all you can do is say your sorry, and in the end of the end, that still isn't enough.