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Hey Gaia.

It seems that this journal is more negative than anything else… maybe I should change the title.

I’m kind of channeling the “Skye” of last November at the moment. But it’s not my fault, this time. It’s my sister’s.

Let me start out by telling you about my fabulous day. I had my last ever algebra class (GO SUCK EGGS, MRS. SANTIRE), chemistry class, and French class. EVER. We also had parties in most of the classes, considering it was our last day of actually “learning.” I finally turned in the poster I have been working so hard for, and it looked fabulous (I won’t lie. It was ******** sweet). And I got to get out of school early for an appointment. Then it was time to pick up Caitlin.

And it went downhill from there.

How is it that I can go from sky-high to the depths of hell in mere minutes? By having a conversation with my b***h of a sister, that’s how; or better yet, having a conversation with my Mom and my sister bitching in the seat behind me. I’m insanely grateful that she’s going off to college next year, and I’m sure that, after she leaves, I’ll feel sad for a few hours. But that’ll be the extent of my sorrow.

Old Problem still in Play: The friend. She still isn’t doing anything. As smart as she is, she is so god damned oblivious to everything around her. I think I may just call her up and ask her if I’m still her best friend. If she says no, that’ll be another one who abandoned me.

New Problem: I just ran the entire track season with two stress fractures in both legs. My dad, not comprehending just how much they hurt, thought they were just shin-splints and told me to “run through the pain.” Now let me ask you this:

If you felt like you had millions of forks, knives, and other sharp objects digging into your shins, would you want to run through the pain?

Yeah, I thought not.

All this badness is making my stomach hurt. And the power went out, so I won’t be able to post this or do anything on the web/computer until it gets back on. I also feel really heavy, and I want to cry when I look outside. Damn that frikkin’ squirrel.

Now that I think of it, did I take my medicine this morning?