So in my 1st period History class, we had to go to the computer lab (which is in the library). I walked in, and some girl was drinking coffee. The librarian waddled in, her fat legs causing the ground to tremble. She exclaimed (to the girl) "YOU'RE A HIGH SCHOOLER NOW, YOU CAN READ SIGNS RIGHT?! NO DRINKING IN THE LIBRARY"

So I stood up and told her that she didn't have to be such a bitch. (even though I wasn't really involved, I was just pissy this morning)

Flustered, she stumbled out of the room, and watched me through the window from the library looking into the computer lab.

Mr. Racki, my History teacher, walked in, and said something along the lines of, "To whoever just bad-mouthed the librarian, you shouldn't have done that. She's pretty pissed"

Here's the best part.

So my entire class most definitely heard me call the librarian a bitch, but they all were like "nobody bad-mouthed the librarian/what are you talking about?/etc..."

I was so proud.

Anyways, by 7th period Theater class, I was pissed again, and was pretty much sulking the entire class. We had to write scripts with things, and the teacher had to psychoanalyze a character that we based on ourselves. So when the teacher (I am really fond of him) did me, I was still in a bad mood, so I was still sulking a little, for no reason really. At the end of the class, he glared at me and said 'SOME PEOPLE ASKED FOR ADVICE [which my group was the only one that did, so he was obviously referring to me] AND THEY DIDN'T USE IT. THEY JUST IGNORED ME THE WHOLE TIME. WELL THANKS FOR THAT'

He always finds a way to put me in a shitty mood.

So I stay after school to do my homework. Because today was a Friday, I didn't really want to do it, so I just walked around the hallway. I sat down somewhere, but was found by my 'friends' and made an excuse to get away.

My sleep schedule's all fucked up.

I'm awake all night, and sleep from when I get home, to about midnight every night.