le smarts

Okay, so my mom is pre-diabetic, which is different in that she thinks she can drink again, but not different in that she still only eats rice cakes. Go figure.

I'm going to retake the SAT (and I'm going to take the ACT, so that'll be fun).

What I really wanted to talk about was the fact that I'm smart. No, I'm not bragging. It's like bragging that you're left-handed or really tall. I see something, I remember it. Now, in the case of Chemistry or Trig, I don't remember how to use it, but I remember it. Plus, since I have no social life, I read a lot and watch way too much television, so I remember all of that info. I can't help that. I am so sick of people saying that I'm just so much smarter than them. Not that I disagree with a lot of them. But it's not fun for me to brag about, because I didn't really earn anything. And it seems to be the only thing I get complimented on, which is lame.

Sigh.

Well, last week, prom fair was a bust. Nobody showed up. And all that day I had worn a suit, which was really hot, and a funny hat for 1920s day. The pep rally ended waaaay too early, so people were restless. Pie in the face went well, but we didn't get a lot of money from it.

T.I. came to our school Friday. He said it was because we were the top school on the list that would most appreciate it. i.e., we're the most ghetto and more than half of the school would listen to every word that he said (and not make fun of it, as the rest of the student population was doing).

Busy busy, but spring break now.