my room smells like butt

I think my mom farted outside and then .smell just seeped into my room. Bleh

I'm on the laptop right now and I can't type on it for the life of me.

I don't really have anything to write as of this moment.

The weekend was busy and hectic.

Walked a total of 6 miles this weekend, not counting Friday's night walk with the parents.

Which I do daily now.

Clara's on hold for about five minutes. Damn you Clara.

Tomorrow's going to be a Chem test. I love Chem. I love the people, I love Mrs. Daves, I love the material. I hope I do well because I do not love my average as I love the class.

I have an essay due for English tomorrow. I just finished it ten minutes ago, and it's not bad. Last year I felt so uneasy with all my essays but this one I'm satisfied with. Not that I'll get a 90+, but probably mid 80's. Which is alright with me, since my first essay for Nieves was a 77.

A global essay is due on Tuesday and I have not started it yet. I suck at AP World. I am going to fail every tests she will give me. I am going to fail the final. I am going to fail the AP exam. You have my word. Ayy. And it's not like she's a bad teacher, I quite like the discussions in class. But it's so much talking, I'm only getting the basic outline of the curriculum.

I think we're getting our math test back. I failed that too. I hate him intensely.

I failed the first Spanish test. I thought I did well on it like 90+. But I got a fucking 75. Spanish sucks.

Computer science. Majorly failed the first test, next assignment is a presentation. Public speaking, greatt.

Gym.
Hurts.

Ellen Hopkins has a new book. And it was beautiful. I don't really notice that it's in verse, it's not a big deal. The different ways the verses are typed allow you to realize which character is speaking, because once their stories interconnect, it get's complicated. But I'm in love with her writing.

I want to start writing again.

I'm six days away from day 200 on the project.

I'm excited for Halloween.

love always,
nat
(Sunday)