Paul Westerberg of the Replacements, Bob Bryar of My Chemical Romance, Scott Ian of Anthrax and Henri Matisse are those I've cared to commit to memory (more) . Capricorns, represent!

Day 2: I don't think that anything is good about Tuesdays anymore

Day 3: Being done with all tests for this term
Another thing that was funny was that I was picked as a volunteer by this English street magician, and he asked me whether I was English when he talked to me. That was nice.

Day 4: Recieving a compliment
I was talking with a guy in my class I don't really talk a lot with. We were talking about our siblings, and he wondered if my sister was a bit of a stupid teenager. I said yes, usually, and we discussed why, cause and result and stuff like that. Part of it went like this:
Me: I was never very popular, I was kinda very fat when I was little. And until quite recently, too.
Him: You were? Wow, I have to say you've come a long way, then.

That was seriously one of the nicest anyone has ever said to me.

I am done with all tests, I have no homework and I only have this silly little English hand-in for tomorrow, which I bascially am done with. I feels so incredibly great not having to stress about the fact that I am procrastinating and have stuff to do. I mean, I have stuff to do, like finishing my Christmas shopping, but I'm nearly done with that, so I don't really consider that a stress-factor. The main problem is actually that I've finally realised how fucking exhausted I am. It's hard to notice when you're going at your fastest pace all the time, y'know.

I'm nuts excited about being able to take two weeks off and relax. I love school but the schoolwork is really taking its toll. I'm doing reasonably well in most subjects, though (save Maths, which really can go die; I thought we'd overcome our differences but I guess I still hate numbers just as much as before). Getting my report card tomorrow, eek. I know I'm getting a 6 in English, though; my teacher told me so :D Hee hee hee.