I've been in school like, four days and I have to keep convincing myself I'm actually in year eleven (tenth grade for americans). Woah. I'm a sophomore. What the ******** is a sophomore anyway??
It seems like I've just come into year ten still. I feel like I've matured a little but sometimes it feels like I haven't. As stupid as that sounds, it's true.
Today I got sent home early because we've had torrential rain all day, so I had to wade through huge puddles in my new converse (>:U), basically ruining them. Now that I've gotten home, the rain has stopped, which is just my luck. Apparently the train's been cancelled because of landslides or something.
I'm going to a party later but I don't really want to because some people are planning on doing *something* to me. I hate it when they whisper about me while sitting right next to me. It makes me feel left out and now I don't want to go, but there's no saying no with them, so I will anyway, but jeez, am I going to be careful.
I can't think of anything else interesting to write so I think I'll leave it there and go do something else more interesting... mrgreen