life and a MISSING BINDER!!!! AAAAAH!!

I have lost my binder, and that is NOT a good thing. It has all the essential things I need to survive more than a week at school, including the key to not failing math this quarter. Okay, not FAIL fail. But definitely not get an A. So I am kind of freaking out right now. It's been missing since yesterday, when I actually started needing it this week, because we had a three day weekend. So now I can't find it. It's not at school. It's not at home. I have no idea where it could be, but until I find it, I am at risk of not getting straight A's this quarter. This would be the first time I got straight A's in one quarter since fifth grade. So this is kind of essential to my survival at school.
And it's not cool that I can not find it. But I really have no idea where it could be, so my math grade is at stake. Okay, not really all that much, but still. I don't WANT to get all A's and one B AGAIN, which is the closest I've ever gotten to straight A's since fifth grade. I had all A's and one B for the first semester of seventh grade. But that's the closest thing I've ever gotten to straight A's since elementary school. That's sad.
So I have to get my binder back, because I don't want to give up getting straight A's when there are only three weeks until the end of the quarter.
This is NOT COOL!
I hate myself for losing it. And I don't want to get another binder, because it would be a huge hassle to have to move everything all the time and stuff.
I'm gonna go look for it.

well....

I have a free block for the rest of the day. It is most awesome. Ancient Civilizations got canceled, and I already had two scheduled free blocks, so here I am. YAY FREE PERIODS!
Anyway, I want to adopt a dog. I don't remember if I've already said that, but whatever. I'm saying it again. I WANT TO ADOPT A DOG!! The most annoying thing is that my dad is being somewhat of a prat about it. If we do get a dog, he's going to let the dog out into the back so it can go do its business, which is all well and good, but he's going to make me wake up early and pick UP the poop and take the dog for a walk, all because he's being a wimp and doesn't want to pick up poop, so he's going to make me do it. Way to go, dad. But, of course, pretty much the only way for me to convince him to consider letting me get a dog was for him to do none of the work except opening the door and have me do the rest. Whoop de doo. Great.
The end.

holy.......!

My brain is numb. I just finished the PSAT, and it was NOT FUN!!! (you'd feel like this, too, if you'd just spent almost three hours straight looking at a piece of paper and trying to remember whether the people are using proper grammar or not).
So that's why we get a forty-minute lunch and a late/ short E block. My English teacher says we're going to do something somewhat relaxing during her class, but I don't know. It might be nice, it might not. Some people's idea of "fun" is some other people's idea of "more stress on top of everything else I have to deal with."
Anyway, we're going to College Night at the mall tonight. I do not know what college I want to go to, I really don't. I know I'm supposed to, but on the other hand, I still have a few years until I actually have think about applying to college and stuff.
I can only wonder how much my brain is going to hurt after the ACTUAL SAT. I'm probably going to fail it. I probably failed the PSAT. And the PSAT doesn't even count for anything. In my head, "PSAT" now stands for "Pretty Stressful- A** test". :P
Gotta go. Some sixth grader is playing with my yarn without asking. Going to go beat him up.
Wait, no, he's done now.
I'm leaving anyway.