9:47 p.m.

Fuck homework. Fuck, fuck, FUCK homework. Homework is for suckers, for losers, for losers who suck and suckers who lose. FUCK HOMEWORK.

But YAY March Break. It's almost over...too bad...and I have to do a gillion billion things, especially for fuck ass French and fuck ass Philosophie...I dread going back, it's like cleaning your feet just to walk barefoot in dog shit if that makes any sense. Btw, FUCK HOMEWORK and FUCK SCHOOL.

However, good news is tomorrow 'Bunny' starts filmming. I'm excited, yet nervous, nervous, nervous about meeting the cast...I'm not good with new people, if my entry last Friday/Saturday proved anything. AAAAAAAAAAAAh! What if they hate me? What if I hate them? What if our mutual hate totatlly destroys the movie and Ms. L. will be like "Lena, you should've done something less complicated because your movie SUCKS!" That would be so awful.

And, of course, I'm worried that I might not get into York. I thought that after the interview I would stop worrying 'cause everything's out of my hand, but now I'm worrying even MORE. I mean, I can just imagine the letter:

Dear Miss Duong,

We regret to inform you that, although we are impressed with your package and interview, the admissions team does not feel that York is right for you.

We strongly advise you apply a second time.

Sincerely,

Ms. Whatever

or

Dear Miss Duong,

CONGRATULATIONS! You have been wait-listed!

Should a space become available, we'll let you know!

Sincerely,
Mr. Whatever

or

Miss Duong:

You suck. You're going to be a second-rate failure in life. Please don't bother us with your lame attempts ever again. We strongly advise you to visit your local McDonald's and apply there because that is the only industry in which you can't possibly fail.

Looking forward to future drive-thru visits,

Mr./Mrs./Ms. Whatever

AhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

...think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts,thinkhappythoughts

Yours...