HOLY SHIT, YOU GUYS. You'll love this. I was bored on facebook, so I went to FCG's page, and suddenly, there were pictures of her kissing girls. Well, technically, she was kissing them on the cheek, but in one, she looks SOOOOO happy and appears to be blushing. I should feel jealous, but she's way too freakin' cute and happy. Haha. And it's progress for our dear Narnian, you know! We just have to make sure it's me next time.

Speaking of our strange freakazoid, she's in this play in which she has to pretend to try to seduce some guy. Predictably, she is less than pleased. (I want to know what genius thought this was a good idea! Hahaha!) I suggested that she pretend the guy is someone else, but she got kind of quiet and said that wouldn't work so well. HMM... I wonder what that could mean! Hehehe! Poor freakazoid!

That meteor shower last night was AMAZING. I was sooo tired this morning, though, but I think it was worth it! I had actually never seen a meteor until last night. And then I saw like, 20!

So, I have my chemistry exam tomorrow. I was freaking out because I don't know how to balance chemical equations, and guess what? There aren't any to balance on there! AHHHH. Still, this exam is going to suck.

I hate exams. They're not representative of what I've learned... They're representative of what I crammed in the night before the test. Also, oxidation numbers and polyatomic ion charges are plotting my death. But even oxidation numbers aren't as bad as what's in store for me Friday.

That, my dears, is a history exam. It's not even the real exam that counts for shit. That's in May, and AP exams sound like hell. This just covers half of the material. And it's going to fucking kill me. The teacher has been absolutely ZERO help. Since both of the AP history classes are so small, AP U.S. and AP European are going to be in the same room as each other, so I'll have Helpful Junior for moral support, but sadly she cannot take my test for me.

It's going to be a brutal battle. I'm afraid my dear history army will go into war with the test and not make it back with all our members. Umm, you guys? If I don't come back safe and sane from my history exam on Friday, I have a few last requests:

1.) Guilt-trip my history teacher. Tell her that she brutally murdered me in cold-blood and that she could've saved me if only she had actually helped us review.
2.) Feed my cat. He doesn't like seafood, by the way, only poultry and beef.
3.) Buy Sweden and rename it Super Duckland in my honor and memory.
4.) And lastly, tell the freakazoid that I... um... care very deeply about her. I originally phrased this differently, but I feared sounding dumb.