2002-03-25/9:43 p.m.

"gild me, graham!"

im sick, exhausted, and not in the mood for any lip, so shh.

today i didnt die because of my light funk guitar test. twas pretty close there for awhile tho. apparently out of 20 students, 1 being the best and 20 being the worst, im about number 7. theres room for improvement, but at least im kinda decent. almost.

i got 101/101 on that guitar theory test that i took awhile back. im hoping that mr jackson will make that worth a fair amount so that i have a chance of passing the course. i participate, i do my homework, i know all of the music theory, i practice - i think that deserves an almost decent mark....even if i do suck. meh. i try. i try my best too. if it turns out that in guitar my best isnt worth the guitar that im playing on, then so be it.

i started writing a song about graham writing a song about going to the dominican republic in two weeks time and leaving me here. grr graham. mr jackson used me in an example today. twas weird. he said if jeff MURDERS cara, then he would get a life sentence in jail. mr j said a bunch of other things that went along with the murdering of me, but i cant really remember. blast. i just remember the funny face on graham when he listened and the scary face on jeff as he attacked me.

twas odd.

bleh...history test to study for. grr mercer. grr mercer and that history class that he teaches me. so very grr.

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