Normal kind of day. In other words, I didn't have a class with Mr. A. so I'm not majorly pissed off today like I was with yesterday's rice disaster. I swear. Luckily, due to Rose's unreliableness, the study session for the Spanish Literature AP has been moved from tomorrow to Thursday during first period, so I get to skip a whole week of economics! I went yesterday and I don't have to go until a week from Monday. Hurray!

I'm starting to get really teed off at Rose lately. She was just a kind-of friend. We went to a few movies together, that kind of thing. Then Mock Trial started and she wanted to be president. I said that was fine. I let her and Sidnie duke it out for president. I didn't feel I needed the battle just for a title on a college application. But as secretary/treasurer I still ended up scheduling every meeting, dealing with every fund requisition, finding every person, reminding every person of meetings, organizing everyone's transportation, in short, everything. Rose didn't even come to all the meetings.

But what ticks me off the most that Rose has done was Senior Ball. Last year we agreed to go to prom together with DorkBoy and a guy named Jonathan as friends. It was originally just supposed to be me and Rose but we felt sorry for Jonathan so we invited him. Our plan was to go to prom for half an hour so we could say we went, then go to a movie. DorkBoy heard us discussing our plan in class and asked if he could come. At the time I wasn't so...I didn't know DorkBoy as well as I do now, so I said okay. But the night of prom Rose came down with strep throat and I ended up going with Jonathan and DorkBoy by myself.

The night of prom came and it was okay for a while. But the half hour passed and DorkBoy refused to leave. He simply wouldn't leave. I was his ride so I felt responsible for him. We were about half an hour away from home by freeway so I couldn't leave him there. Now I would, but I've changed. DorkBoy totally disregarded the verbal contract of the evening.

So on returning to school I made a pact with Rose. For Senior Ball this year we would go bowling. No fancy $100 ticket + limo + dress in San Francisco for us. We're going bowling. We kept talking about it over the summer and in the fall about how fun it was going to be.

And I found out three weeks ago Rose not only is going to Senior Ball but she asked DorkBoy. She has a crush on DorkBoy. First, I was mad that she hadn't told me. The very least she could have done was told me herself, but I had to find out from someone else. But, dude, DorkBoy?!?!?! He's a human question mark! He spins his gum around his finger! He has a beer belly in a strange lump halfway between his chin and crotch! He makes inappropriate jokes all the time! He's not funny! It's DorkBoy!

But I am still going bowling.