this is not a good week for me academically. first my english test, now my chem test and PSAT score. tomorrow will probably be my french test and history test. i know im not THAT concerned about my SAT score.....but if you saw my PSAT score you would think "the heck....this girl has ap and honors classes?" yeah....my score is THAT bad. it seriously gets 30 points lower every time i take it. im not even exaggerating. my score literally goes down every time i get tested. it's supposed to get better....but it gets lower.......shit, i think im getting dumber or something.

sooooo chem test. i got a flat 90% on the multiple choice but i flunked the problem test. wellllll not literally flunk, but to me a D is flunking. siiigh...all my bad test scores recently are all my fault...i've been REALLY lazy since december started cuz it's sooooo close to winter break, and i dont feel like studying. stupid me. i'm supposed to get my grades UP before the final...not bring them DOWN. DAMMIT.....im an idiot.

one interesting came of this week. i made a bet with ryan deto. muahaha. this is gonna be fun. he has to get a gf by march or else he owes me two posters of w/e i want. if he DOES get a gf and keeps her for at least a month......he actually has to make the relationship WORK, he can't dump her after two weeks......then i get him two passes to a giants game. it sounds REALLY expensive.....but it's not that bad. cuz he knows ashley has season tickets to giants games, and there are like 82 home games. her family can't go to every game, so i'll just borrow the tickets when they're not going since ryan's not picky about which game he goes to. HOWEVER, i won't ever need to borrow the tickets because he is sooooooo gonna lose. no way he's gonna get a gf by the beginning of march. i am going to win, and my room is gonna look so nice because of it =D.

i think i need to tell another weird story abuot my dad. this story has nothing to do with him bugging me....it just shows his weirdness. EVERY morning my sister gets up at 7:00am. and EVERY morning when it's like 6:45 my dad asks me "how come serena isn't up yet? isn't she going to be late to work? is she not going to work today?" he asks me that like half the time, the other half of the time, he asks me at 7:00 "why is she up so early today?" im like wth....i dont know how to answer ur question. he alternates asking the same two questions every day. it's heck of weird.

im wearing three layers and slippers with socks. brrrrrr....