Take that, B*itch!

Horoscope (Taurus): It looks like you are going to meet your match today! You two have a real future.

Would you consider being (one of) the eighth grade salutatorians an honor?

Sure. Despite almost demeaning your efforts of being the best in your class and bumped down with the humiliating title of "second best", it's not so bad.

EXCEPT FOR THE STUPID FUCKING SPEECH I HAVE TO MAKE.

No, not only do I have to MAKE a stupid speech, I have to WRITE it.

Have I ever mentioned that I have horrible phobia with public speaking? Because if not, I'm saying it now. And again. I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PUBLIC SPEAKING.

Maybe, by some strange, mysterious miracle, I will be cured of my fear and everything will go perfectly smooth. Please, please, PLEASE, God? I'm begging you! I hardly ever ask for anything! Well, hardly ever. Like not usually.

Anyways, I gave out invitations for my awesomely awesome grad party (at a pond!) today during study hall and the super bitches T and D totally started dissing me. I mean, C'MON PEOPLE! Was that really necessary? Just because you weren't invited doesn't mean that you have to be mean to you. It's your own fault anyway!

Well, they won't get under my skin, those stupid delusional hoes. They can go be in their little "it" group have their shallow, stupid fun. I'd rather be at home, blogging. And blogging some more. AND EATING PAYDAY CANDY BARS BECAUSE THEY'RE THE BEST!

So, ha.