I... I am screwed. No, fucked. No, I am so far beyond fucked that I don't even know what to do.

During art class, we have been painting. Although Super Duck + drawing = good, Super Duck + painting = epic fail. It feels so alien and unnatural to me, and I can't control a brush as easily as I can a pencil. I am the slowest painter in all of Art I. Today, that bit me in the ass. HARD.

We have been painting a picture for a while, and today was the day it was supposed to be due. I was so pathetically unfinished that the art teacher took pity on me and allowed me to come and paint during lunch. (I did not get to eat.) She also said I could come in during any free time I had in class if a teacher let me.

Well, today was a history test day. Usually the tests take about 15 minutes, and then we do absolutely nothing during the rest of class. Somehow, I got the idea in my head that maybe, just maybe my stupid whore of a history teacher would allow me to go to the art room.

Me: Um... I have this art project that's due today, and I'm not finished. Can I go--
Teacher: NO. >:|
Me: Okay... :(

So I just sat there and did nothing for FORTY FUCKING MINUTES that I could have spent painting. What the hell? What was the purpose of that? Is it just because she hates me? I think it's just because she hates me.

I am lucky, though; for our next project, we are permitted to draw. I'm not really worried too much about this one bad grade, now that I think about it. I am pretty much guaranteed a 95-98 on any drawing project, and if there are a few more after this next one, it will all turn out alright.

The abomination currently sits on my kitchen table. It's 9:30, and I am just now able to eat dinner. The painting looks like shit and is an insult to art everywhere. I am almost as ashamed as I am stressed out. My 7-year-old sister could make a better painting. The shading is very wrong in some parts, but I honestly can't even bring myself to care. I feel so dead lately.

You know, I've barely eaten today... I ate a huge afterschool snack, but as far as actual meals, I've only had breakfast. I had to work on the damned painting during lunch. It was awful because my teacher had food, and I didn't. The worst part, though, was at the very end. I was leaving the art room, and I locked eyes with pretty much the last person I ever want to see me. It was this older girl I used to have a major, obsessive crush on... She was so adorable when she was in eighth grade; why did she have to become such a mega-slut-whore-bitch? Yeah, anyway, I found myself face-to-face with her, and she was looking directly at me, which freaked me out and made me feel a bit ill. So I ran away. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.

I was planning to have a very important conversation tonight with someone I know. I need her to get some information for me... I've been putting this off for ages. Sadly, I don't have time tonight. I need this information about my friend... I can't talk to her directly right now because her phone has been taken, and she won't have it again for a month. Well, I heard she might be dating somebody, and I simply must know who... I hope it's not some inconsiderate ass again. I hope whoever it is is at least good to her and not stupid. But I really think that it should be a Super Duck. :(

A few funny things did happen today, though. French Class Girl thinks MY MOM is hot. I can't even begin to tell you how much I laughed.

French Class Girl: Hey, Super Duck!
Me: What?
French Class Girl: You know, your mom is reeeaallly pretty...
Me: Um, okay?

Then, French Class Girl got offended by me saying nonsensical things to her and called ME weird and ignorant. HA! If you're my facebook friend, you can see where she yelled at me and I laughed at her. x3 Today she had this huge magazine of hair stuff. (Is that the French Class Girl equivalent of porn?)

Haha, oh, she is so ridiculous... I hope she realizes that no matter how loudly she speaks of half-naked dudes, everyone totally knows she digs chicks. Do you think she realizes that? I mean, I know it's gotta suck to be French Class Girl, but does she really think she's fooling anyone? Her feelings towards Irritating Girl are painfully obvious... I wish the two would just admit they love each other already! I think they'd be less angry and therefore more pleasant if they were together.