i got a lot of sleep last night. when i woke up i was super duper hungry, but so hungry that everything i looked at made me feel sick and i couldnt eat anything. but my mom insisted on a piece of toast with pb. so i made it and was eating it, but it tasted like nothing and i couldnt eat it. my mouth didnt wanna chew. so while i'm standing here with this piece of toast with 2 bites out of it, i'm also crying. (hey i dont hold it back, if i feel like crying, bring on the flood. but dont get me wrong, lately i have reasons to cry.)  so i say to my mom, while crying, "mom this toast doesnt taste like anything, i cant eat it anymore." and she replys "why are you crying over a piece of toast." what a smart ass. lol so i kinda just went in the laundry room and sat on the washing machine. and cried more lol. i guess if u really think i'm crying over this toast then i'm pretty pathetic, but i wasnt. okay anyways, in first hour (espanol) i felt sick from those 2 bites i ate, and was like really weak. so we go to the computer lab to go on the internet to "study" for our final tomorrow. so we are in there and stacy is eating a nutty bar, and it looks good. so i go down to the vending machines and get another one for her, one for me and one for jenna. and shove them in my shirt and run back up, and make sure that glandt doesnt see them. so as we ate nutty bars, we listened to some of britney spears's new cd. until we got kicked off the computer bc it was too loud. so that was spanish class. then at lunch, there was this kid walking by our table, which is by the vents or soemthing, and he was one of those dudes with black huge baggy pants, with all the chains. so one of his chains gets stuck in the vent, and they are there for like 2 minutes pulling on it to get it out. so they finally do and he walked by and i felt bad, so i said "hey its cool, happens to me all the time." i think i made him feel better. but i think he realized i was kidding when everyone at the table laughed. people always ruin things like that with laughing. rar. okay so last but not least. art. so we have to make this magazine cover for our final, and she says your name has to be on it some how. so i say to doug, "my title will be megan" just kidding of course. and he says "boner?"  me- "Megan" doug- "boner?" me-"no doug, M-E-G-A-N" doug- "uhh okay, whatever your into." then we are sitting at the computers and i push a chair out of my way, and he pushes it back at me, then i push it back and he says "why are you such a whore?" and i say "i'm not a whore." and he says "not you, the chair." ok so i guess you have to know him, but it was funny. okay have a good one.