Fabulosity...Or Lack Thereof.

Chemistry. Is. Not. My. Friend.

I have recently learned that I have to be explained to how to do things before I can actually do them. Which is surprisng, since books and I usually get along well. I suppose reading for entertainment is different than Reading For A Grade That Will Affect Your Future. (Heh. Let's not speak of my D+ in Algebra, shall we? Good.)

I am having issues times twelve with Anne. It's strange. Last year, her know-it-all attitude didn't seem to annoy me. Maybe because it wasn't friggin' there. But now, she's got this "high and mighty upperclassman" thing going on.

Is that it? Is she so excited for seniority that she's treating even her friends like her subordinates? I've never thought of that until right now. I mean, it seems plausible now that I mull it over.

Oy.

In other news..............oh, I can't think of anything that fabulous. School tomorrow. It will be The Week The Earth Stood Still, The Freshmen Watched In Terror, And The Seniors Milked Their Status For All It's Worth.