When I went from my guestbook to The Leaky Cauldron, the background color changed was really slow. First it was blue, then this odd peach color, then white. I mean, even when I tried to use the computer when my eyes were dilated, nothing like that happened. On to less weird things. (Ha.)

I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, the bus would be on time this morning. That maybe I could get to school before the late bell. The warning bell, even. That maybe I could talk to Greg in the morning like I used to. Of course, the bus came late. I got to school late. I hate walking into first period late; it's so conspicuous. I hate drawing attention to myself, even when it's not my fault.

I got my RP paper back. If I don't get some points added on, I'm going to have serious issues with Ms. Comerford. Hello, I actually did my project! That's more than a lot of the slackers did. I want credit for it! I'll see if I can get her a supplement this week.

Ms. Sim gave out locker cards today. The last five or six people alphabetically didn't even have cards (including me). So I gave up and went with Greg to his locker, but it wouldn't open. It figures. I swear, if something ever went off without a hitch, I would be astonished. The fact that nothing went wrong would be wrong. Such is the nature of our school. Not that I hate it. It could be worse.

Stephanie gave me a late birthday present. She does get credit, though, for wishing me a happy birthday on my actual birthday. She gave me this cute hair clip and some earrings from Icing (which is practically my favorite store). I feel bad now because I didn't get her a present. I'm not sure what she likes. I also owe Danelle, like, an edible present. (She got me Crunch bars - yum.)

I had to go out to Waldorf this evening. I won't say why; I want to see if anyone notices tomorrow. That took a huge chunk out of my evening, though, so I was doing homework until about 9:30. Argh. That is why I'm online far too late. I am so running myself down on sleep. And if they move my bus time back up (pleasepleaseplease), I won't get any more sleep anyway. Not that sleep is overrated. It just takes too much time.

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