damn Mrs. Ciliberti

This last Sunday, 3 days ago, Dave came over to celebrate his b-day which was yesterday, March 5, w/me, and I gave him his present, Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Bright. He's going to let me read it when he's done. We had a lil' sex, but mainly hung out, and he thought I looked very hot, especially my feet, since he has a foot fetish and I put on anklets a toe ring and painted my toe nails black for him. I did other things for him too which shall not be mentioned on this.

Mrs. Ciliberti is a pain. I made her mad today w/o meaning to but it was still funny cuz she deserved it cuz she wouldn't look on the notecards to see the names of people, then how will she know who's they r. I just simply said, I put it on there, but she just used the excuse of the paper being in the way. Anyway, she's just announced to the class we have to have our Biographies read by Monday when she never told us to start reading them, what an ass. Now I have to cram in reading the Biography of Marilyn Manson this weekend and will be busy doing that, not to mention my terms and usual shit. We're still working on our college shit too and I'm going to have to start working on an outline for that, which really won't be that hard. (Katie's dumb, a girl in my class).

My mom just finished baking my brownies for the bake sale tomorrow after school. I guess it'll get me another point or so. I was going to bake them myself, but I was online playing Utopia, lol. Oh well, gtg.