7:24 p.m.

I am an apple whore.

First, I said I only liked green apples. Then it was red. Then it was macintosh. Then it was yellow. I can't settle on an apple...then again, I don't like the taste of apples...it's kind of inconsequential to me how it tastes...I just like biting and chewing them. So, from now on, my favourite kind of apples are those that are crispy, but not so hard that it hurts to bite them, and that make that nice crunch sound, like stepping on dead leaves.

So pointless, but just, you know, FYI as if you really cared.

School was kind of dumb, as usual. Monsieur A., I am convinced, hates me and M. because we are such asshole teenagers to him. It's kind of hard to take him seriously because he's not that much older than us...and the fact that he can't get his history straight sometimes. I'm being hard on him, I know, but that's only because, as Gareth put so eloquently, "French is merde". Nothing against the language...just the class.

And M. was bothering the SHIT out of me today, Jesus effing Christ. My God, I just wanted to kick her in the shin today, she was like bitching all day long and blablablablablablablablablablabla. I mean, she's doing a whole whack load of theatre stuff outside of school, which she supposedly loves, but she still complains. It's like, she expects people to cut her slack because she's busy doing something SHE LOVES AND ADORES. And I told her "M., you're doing too much. No wonder you're freaking out." and she goes "Yeah, I know, but there's nothing I can do about it now.." Uh, yeah, except BITCH, BITCH, BITCH! FUCK! SHUT UP FOR A SEC AND BREATHE! I mean, she promises to do a whole bunch of things at the beginning of year, knowing full well that she's going to be busy at this time, she doesn't do a lot of the things she promises to do AND she blames it on other people. I mean, yeah, some of the things aren't her fault, but to just dish it out on other people like that without even ONCE taking responsibility like that? I felt like screaming "SUCK IT UP! It's going to happen a lot in life!"

Anyway, I guess the thing that really pisses me off about the above psychotic rant is that THAT is all I'm really good for: to vent. She spends all her social time with her boyfriend and uses me as a punching bag for all her excess baggage.

I need new friends.

Yours...