friskin

I have definitely encountered the meanest, most antagonistic, evil psycho hose beast in the whole world EVER. Ms. Helmet-head hates me for some reason... Because she is evil. Today was definitely the closest I've ever come to a confrontation with an adult who's not my mom. Well, anyway, I have Mr. Mazer on my side for sure, and I sent along his message that if she has a problem she can speak directly to him. Which didn't prevent my hands and voice from shaking uncontrollably. She makes me feel like blah.

I am totally addicted to the internet. It's scary. I need help. I checked my email about 50 gazillion times today, and didn't get ANY letters. I guess I should stop relying on electronic communication to satisfy my need for appretiation.

I should go to sleep instead.