Just ride out the storm..........

Life kinda sux0rs right now.

First off, the Reds got schooled on their Opening Day by the Cubs (7 to 4).

I'm buried under a metric buttload of homework, and Spring Break isn't looking too fun either. Will it hurry it's ass up and get here?
SEAP: Trying to do the bare minimum. And that's alot. I'm way behind.
AP Statistics: Trying to teach myself Chapters 10-13 and review.
AP English: Papers, papers, papers. I hate "Sula." I also hate "Toni Morrison."
Study Hall: David. Get off my back. I'm sorry I can't be there all the time!
AP Calculus: Trying to teach myself the infamous Chapter 7 whilst reviewing. Crazy. I think I'm not going to take the AP test.

I had ANOTHER doctors appointment today. Must wear the brace for one more week. Dr. Crawford is an excellent surgeon, but he's a real jackass. I hate going to Children's Hospital. I really do.

Parents are still fighting, sporadically.

All that takes a backseat to this whole Prom business, however.
I've been wanting to ask this particular girl out for about a month now. Saturday, I finally worked up the courage, and asked her. She said that she was afraid nobody would ask her like last year, so she asked a guy out. 3 days earlier. Then she told me she was sorry, but she would've gone with me. Twist the knife. I left with my tail between my legs, dejected.

I decided later that evening that I'd made a terrible mistake. Some things should not be procrastinated. I realized that I still had a chance- she asked him. She would've gone with me. I rushed back to ask her out on a date (I also really wanted to go out with this girl), despite the nervousness that threatened to overtake me. She informed me that she was dating the guy she asked to prom. This was her first boyfriend in a couple of months. I left, again, dejected- shot down twice in a span of 4 hours by the same girl. Pwned.

Now I'm pretty much sure I'm not going to prom. I'm morbidly afraid of asking any other girl, for fear of the "second choice" syndrome. I'm considering guilt-tripping one of the girls from work to go with me. Girls: a painful series of trials-by-fire.

Yes. I acknowledge that people told me not to wait. I'm a dumbass.

*Good news
My foot is slowly getting better
Got my Federal Income Tax in the mail
Mom bought me 2 Star Wars books

**Current Music
My Melancholy Blues (Queen)
The Show Must Go On (Queen)
Under Pressure (Queen)