The First Day Of School . . . wow.

I survived the first day of school. Creative writing seemes to be my favorite so far, but Journalism is a close second. Then there's Physics and World History, and Eng. Lit. It's all cool. I get to see all my peeps I hadn't seen all summer.

Then I came home and puked my guts out.

I called Vic, telling him I was sick, and instead of saying "okay, it's cool, hope you feel better," and yelled at me about calling in late, he said "OH, IF YOU NEED TO CALL IN SICK, YOU NEED TO CALL BEFORE FOUR O' CLOCK." yeesh.

he made me cry. I already felt bad about having to call him, but then he went and made me feel even worse.

Vic, you do it again, we gonna have a scrap on our hands.