This morning I stumbled into school, drained and tired. I cheered up for Fiction writing-- damn it I love that class-- and math even put a smile on my face. (I found out Mr. Taylor loves Scrubs as much as I do!!) But then something possessed me to tell someone (to spare any drama, you won't know the name) that they pulled a "bitch move". Then I walked away, hands shaking with anger. Then person number 2 walked by, whom I like. And next thing you know "bitch move" person, person 2, and I were all feuding in the girls' bathroom. I don't want to be "that" girl crying in the bathroom. But when "Bitch move" left, I was that girl. FML.
I decided that I was sleep deprived, I must have been with the way my temper was flaring. So I got home and took an hour nap before the phone rang. Things turned out okay, and "B. M." didn't win this one.
Then I danced around in rainbow pajamas and celebrated my new found happiness. (I told you I'm a bundle of emotions) I pinned my hair up in a funny way so that it looks and feels like a hat. Then I ate a few cookies. (See below)
Oh! In the news today I learned that North Myrtle Beach is on fire, and the fire is right by where my grandma and grandpa live (It's destroyed over 70 homes). So I panicked, but learned they're okay, and they just watch the smoke in the distance. That's nice.
I hope tomorrow I can be down to earth. I only have four classes since I have a double english drop. Hooray!!!
Emotionally,
Carrie Anne
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