im like a pregnant woman that goes through mood swings. hahaha. i felt like absolute crap yesterday...everything was going wrong.....but a prayer to God and a good night's sleep can clear up a lot =D. I'm just trying to take things in stride...and not collapse before finals. and paula all those things u brought up...man, memories are so fun =D. especially goofy junior high days. haha.

anyways.....good news!!! i actually only have four finals to take this semester. cuz no journalism final...only a portfolio project. and for french we're taking a practice ap test but it doesn't count for our grade!!! woot woot!! that brings joy to my heart. haha.

funny things happen in english. mr.wallach is so mean to xin...it's freaking hilarious. but u have to know her or have classes with her to laugh at it. yesterday before handing back our papers he said this: "some of you might get a B and will be really happy about it. others of you, if you're like xin, will ask for a razor to cut your wrist with." then today he posted the grades and xin had the highest grade....98% (holy crap!). so this is what happened after class:

melissa: omg...i can't beleive xin has a 98!!
wallach: does it really make a difference what percent it is as long as it's above a 89.5?
melissa and me: yes!!! cuz if u have a 98 then you're more comfortable going into the final.
wallach: you guys....it's xin we're talking about. do u think she's comfortable? she's probably a nervous wreck right now because she doesn't have 100%
me: well if i had a 98% i'd be comfortable
wallach: but if you had a 98% then you'd be xin and you'd be freaking out.

hahahaha....mr.wallach is so cool. we've only had him for one semester but he already has a good measure of what we're each like. it's pretty cool.

hum de dum...journalism. my god....ryan is sick. he's sick in a disgusting-germ-kind of way. and he's sick in a perverted kind of way. in the middle of class he lets out this HUGE sneeze right into his hands. okay....NEVER sneeze into your hands cuz u touch everything with your hands. ALWAYS sneeze into your arm. holy crap it was disgusting. and when i told him that he started rubbing his hands all over the table and my stuff to piss me off.

me: omg....ew. stop that. wipe your hands.
ryan: on what? i don't have any tissue.
me: then wipe it on your pants.
so ryan starts rubbing his hands on his pants for like five minutes
perry: dude...what're u doing?
ryan: jacking off

me and jenn were cracking up. even when ms. marie started to give us looks to shut up, we couldn't. it was so hilarious. that class rocks =D.