I'm getting sick of things very fast. It's like things aren't catching up to me. I want to be done with junior year. Or I want more tests and homework assignments so I can raise those little B's to A's to be done with this damn year. Actually, it's weird. Why am I so worried about grades? I guess it's because if I start with an A, most likely I'll work to keep that A. I realized that I'm a strange junior. I don't have much homework although I am taking 2 honors classes and 1 AP class. You would think I would be more stressed? Actually, I'm not. The stress that's killing me is the stress my parents put on me. Damn, it sucks. They think forcing me to do things will help me. Check again, parental unit. It actually makes it harder for me. My mom told me "if you don't do well on my SATs, my prestige goes away at work. You know, everyone knows your in SAT classes. What would they think of me if you didn't get a good score?" Well you can fucking tell them to suck it! Caaaause, your prestige should be yours, not mine! Not my hard work. Sorry, it doesn't work that way. Maybe, when March 14th comes around I'll be happier. Or maybe when March 1st comes I'll be happy since my dad will leave. Less stress on my part. Maybe I can chill with D, if he comes and sees me because my mom won't take me. She hates driving. Another thing I don't understand about my mother.
I'm craving red velvet cupcakes. It's funny because I've never tried it before. Maybe someone can make me some (: ?
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