It's only been about a month and a half into the new semester and I'm already failing my math class. I'm kind of really disappointed that it happened so quickly. And now I'm sick on top of 4 late math assignments, a research paper, a fiction story, and fiction story critique, all due soon. This weekend I'm dedicating Saturday to my research paper and that night I plan on going bowling with Taylor. Seeing that we're friends again (for now). I only have a cold and I'm sure it'll be gone in a day or so. Good, because I have a nine hour shift tomorrow at work. And then a six hour shift on Friday. I don't know why this semester is so much more stressful then the others. Most of my teachers don't even believe in homework. I'm taking my policing courses very seriously. They're the only ones I really study for. My lifelong wellness class ends next week. Then I'll have Tuesdays free. Either for homework or to distribute my nine hour shift.

I got my Halloween costume all figured out for the most part. I finally managed to buy a Thunderbirds costume on Ebay and found little accessories that go perfectly with it. I can't wait to put the finishing touches on it and then Thunderbirds are go! Now Taylor might not go to the party because it's "too soon" to see Shane and I together. Wasn't Taylor the one who said that he wanted to get to know Shane? See, I'm not the one keeping them apart like I've been accused of doing.

Well now I've got math class. I'm off to fail another quiz! (And don't blame self-fulfilling prophecy, because that's bull...unless you're Mexican. Then it's probably not.)