dance, fucker, dance

I... I don't know what I was going to say. On the bus yesterday, I thought about what I was going to write. But yesterday was a long time ago.
I... lost the election for freshman representative of the Student Peace Alliance. But that's okay, I didn't nominate myself anyway. A junior did, which is nice because I remember her from when I was in sixth grade and I had to eat at her table because I was in her math class, and she was nice to me. So, that's... that's good. She's still very nice. I lost to the other kid because his name is Noble, and really, who can compete with someone named Noble? No one. It was pretty much just names, because no one knows either of us.
And then... in Biology, we did a lab. We do lots of labs, and it's nice because she lets us pick our groups. So I'm always with my two best friends, and sometimes our male friend, because we feel bad for him because he doesn't have any friends in the class. The other rednecks probably think he's a flaming homosexual because he'd rather be partnered with us over them.
But back to the point, yesterday my two friends wanted to have fun, which is all well and good- except we have an enormous lab to complete and a four page packet that goes with it. Also we have forty minutes. So, I want to get the thing done, and as much as I would just like to have fun with them, the thing needs to get done- and if we're all three having fun, it's not going to get done. So basically, I looked like a bitch with a stick up her ass, because I don't mess around with them and I tried to get them to help me with the assignment. So I leave the class feeling frustrated and upset, and they leave the class thinking I must be PMSing or something. (Those are the words they would use. We are teenage girls, after all.) So, that's just not fun. It was better today, though. We disagreed a little bit about the assignment, but it was mostly good.
And then... I have a math test tomorrow. And I'm totally fucked. Although, math itself is generally pretty fun, for math. The girl who sits next to me, a sophomore, is nice. And then, the kid who sits behind me is on the Varsity football team (suggestive eyebrow wiggle) and SUCKS at math. I thought he was copying off of me because we always finish at the same time... but he made a seventy on the test, whereas I made a ninety-eight. So, that.
This post has no point. I forgot everything meaningful I was going to say.