This zero period thing...

is turning out to be a very, very tiring thing. I knew I was going to be tired, but not this tired. This is like one-hundred times worse than I anticipated. Stupid San Jose! Why? Why? Why, is it necessary for me to stay here like a prisoner against her will. No one gets along in this house and I'm sick of it! I've been sick of it for quite a while, but because I am forced to stay here I have to get up an extra half hour earlier than I would normally, I hate it even more. And for what? To drive a half hour to go to school, do my daily routine, and then come back and go to sleep. The point of that is what, exactly? Enjoy the fights? I've finally determined you must. For a reason I may never be able to fathom, but that's okay because I know your head is all messed up... it must be. It's the only explanation I could come up with. Anyway, it's only been a week of zero period, we've only dressed out once, and I am completely exhausted. We haven't even started playing any sort of sport and I feel like a freaking zombie. This is nonsense! Once my grades start slipping, maybe they'll realize that I need more sleep-I'm not invincible, people! I fell asleep in the car on the way to San Jose today. We were getting onto the 101 on-ramp and crash, apparently I'm asleep because I don't remember the merge onto the ramp and then I woke up as we came up the driveway. Darn you, alarm clock that wakes me up at 5:15. Though, technically, I should be thanking you. You are what gets me to school on time, so I apologize. And now I'm talking to an alarm clock. Great. Either her craziness is rubbing off on me or I need some extra sleep. We'll go with the second one, thanks.