Alright. Today. December 2, 2005. Le 2 decembre 2005. ...And however you would say it in another language. Day of more Problems. Seriously contemplating on writing my biography and mentioning this school year as 'The Year of @&$#*$(@($*&@' Rated R.

I haven't mentioned this to anybody yet except my mom a couple of minutes ago but I've been having nightmares all this week. See, I watch Law and Order. And I love it. Don't know why, but I love it and it interest me to no end. I'm starting to think I have a thing for cops.

Anyways, I saw this one episode a couple of nights ago where this one guy killed this mother's husband, convinced her that the husband left and that he really loved her. Also, the guy is like some preachers of Heaven/Hell. He acts like his God. He preaches to the wife and ends up killing her son, raping and pregnanting her daughter who is only like 13 when she's about to give birth. Freaky enough? There's more. So the detectives figure this whole thing out, find the husband's remainds and convince the wife to spill where the girl and guy is because he kidnapped her so she can have the baby and he can get like some family money or something. The SVU goes there, raids it, and get stuck in a stand off between the little girl, the guy, and Olivia (one of the detectives.) The little girl shoots one of the cops that came to back up Olivia. The guy starts preaching to the girl, telling her that she need to shoot Oliiva and ya da ya da. Olivia is trying to conivince the girl that he's lieing. And the whole damn time, the girl is laying on what seems to be a make shift bed of boxes and blankets, propped up with her bulge twice the size of her sticking out, shaking and crying as she holds the gun at Olivia. BANG! She shoots the guy and burst out crying. The end.

I have a problem with seeing a lot of blood. Small amount from a scrap, small cut, no big deal. But just, over a small cup, I get dizzy and sick. There was a lot of blood through out that whole episode. Another thing is rape. I don't think it will happen to me, I don't think I'm attractive enough for anybody to want to. Demo... the thought. I'm a virgin. I won't lie. (And sorry guys if I'm making you uncomfortable.) I'm a little worried about my first time. Scared in fact. So rape... I can't even imagine the pain of rape. It scares me, it truely does. So I've been having nightmares, about murders and rapist. And I wake up in the middle of the night, cold sweat and I can't to sleep for at least an hour. It's really been affecting me.

Moving on. Most of you know I've been flipping out because I don't know where the hell my SAT 2 ticket is and I need that to take the SAT 2, which I don't want to, but if I have any hope for Bennington, I have too (according to UB.) So I've torn my room apart, looking through my desk, by media set, under my bed, my notebooks and folders. Nothing. But I found it.

... Mom had it the whole time.

*sweatdrops* I suppose I should say "the moral of the story is to ask your mother if she's seen it or if she has it." but with me, if I loose something, then ask my mom, and it's something important, I get a lecture as long as the Great Wall of China itself. And it goes on and on and ...Gah!

I had about 3 test today. Or that is what I was told. A.P. English. Had a chapter 5 test on 'All the King's Men' and for once, I think I did alright. Only 2 questions I couldn't really answer.

Physics. *vein pop* *takes Mr. Cyr voodoo doll* *squeezes it so hard the eyes pop out* *glares at it* I didn't get the test. What I got was a homework assignment to write a procedure and data table explaining how I would go about solving this impossible lab. And this lab, when done, is my test. And I only have one shot. No test trail. No mercy. Nothing. *throws voodoo doll on the floor and jumps on it*

Algebra III. I'm a pretty good math student, not to be all wowie and everything but I usually get the concept and understand it pretty well. But I swear to Ra, I did nothing right on that damn test. I bombed that thing! Ah!

Just to add on because I love to complain about my problems, demo I had a French test Wednesday. Hehehehehe... Francais sucks ass!! *hits head* I forgot everything in the process of a millisecond!! Ahhh!! *goes all hulk and destroys what she can* I'm pulling my hair out over this!! And I love my hair!!

*takes a deep breath* Okay. Last thing to complain about. My scedual. I know, I know, I've been complaining about it a lot, but I haven't actually given you all an example of my busy life. Haha! But I do now. Take all this in!

Saturday - SAT 2's
Sunday - Working
Monday - Working
Thursday - Working
Friday - Dermitoligist Appointment; Basketball Game with Band
Saturday - Working
Tuesday (next week) - Basketball Game with Band
Thursday - Concert
Friday - Basketball Game with Band

Note that I also don't know when I'm working on that next week so add in some work times.

Now, in the process of this time I need to:
- Do my christmas shopping which will take at least 2 hours at the Maine Mall
- Start and Finish my Supplement Essay for Bennington
- Finish my Chronology, Questions (which I haven't started) for 'All the King's Men'
- Help my mom with decorations and getting a damn tree
- Finish whatever college crap I can on my own before Vacation.
- Draw some christmas cards for my friends (which unfortunatly is probably just going to be the same picture for all of them due to my time crunch.)
- Do a paper on somebody who has contributed to Physics *contiunes to stab at Mr. Cyr voodoo doll*
- Do my senior quotes before this Wednesday
- And whatever else jumps on this flaming haywagon of stress.

*sighs* I love being a senior.

... NOT!!! *shoots whoever came up with senior year*

And I swear, not to sound rude, but if I don't have a good christmas... Ahhh! I will flip out! God! Okay I'm done. I'll go back to listening to my old music. *walks off into her corner*