Tomorrow, the vending machine will feel my wrath, and vengeance will be mine.
The vending machine at school sells the most delectable, monstrously huge, chocolate chip cookies I have ever seen, along with corn nuts, bags of pretzels, and the like. It so happened that I had a craving for one of these cookies, so I borrowed a dollar off my friend (I need to pay her back...*runs off to get a dollar*) and headed down to the vending machine where I carefully inserted the bill and watched gleefully as the machine accepted it. I entered the code E7, which was the code for the cookie. I waited with anticipation, BUT THE COOKIE NEVER FELL. "NOOOOOO!!!!" I said, as I shook the machine. In its place was a bag of CORN NUTS, and not just any corn nuts, but BBQ FLAVORED ONES. First, corn nuts are bad for your teeth and tend to give me indigesetion. Second, foodstuffs with BBQ sauce-flavored substances give me heartburn. Third, no measly bag of corn nuts costs a dollar.
It will suffice to say that the vending machine will regret its foolish action tomorrow, yes it will.

One word: pickaxe.

I am definitely looking forward to an update on this! :D

Grrrr...That vending machine is much cleverer than I thought. It foresaw my plan of attacking it, so it installed SECURITY CAMERAS in the near vicinity. My plans have been ruined. The worst I could do today was shake my fist angrily at the vending machine and give it a good, hard kick that managed to dent my toe and not the metal. You may have won the battle, but you haven't won the war. Mark my words. Vengeance will be mine.

Can't you tell a teacher or something? They'l usually help you out.

School has actually.........been really great, despite the fact that I had been dreading it as much as I have (this year is my first year of college). I've actually gotten involved with clubs, and I've been doing fairly well in my courses, though my Literary Analysis class has occasionally been a pain.

Other than that, everything's been great.

Fuuuuuuuuunny day. My para (Ms. Sue) didn't come in today? And guess what?

DRAMA GIRL CRIES.

OK, my day started as I went to Social Studies. Sue nor Drama Girl showed, and Mrs. Frangos (my SS teacher) tells me I have to go down to my homeroom. I did and here's what happened:

Mr. Smith: Elena, Sue's not in today.
Me: Oh. Got a sub?
Mr. Smith: Not yet.
Drama Girl: Noooo! I HAVE TO GET TO CLASS!!
Mr. Smith: Calm down. We're getting a new para.

(Drama Girl begins crying and runs off)

And it went on for a whole hour. Non-stop.

Here's a Drama Girl snippet:

Drama Girl: C'mon! Wake up! WAKE UP! This is a dream. No, wait. A nightmare.

We then got a new para, Ms. Roseanne. Drama Girl's reaction:

Drama Girl: (cries and hides under desk)

For 10 minutes straight. Then we talked for a little while:

Mr. Smith: (to Roseanne) She (reffering to Drama Girl) was really anxious to go to class. Right?
Drama Girl: Uh, no. I was pretending to be anxious. I really don't wanna go to class. I'll stay on my desk, reading a nice book.
Me: :jk:
Mr. Smith: No, you're not. You're going to class, and that's final.
Drama Girl: NOOO!!
(Drama Girl begins stamping her feet and crying)
Me: (big grin)

I have no clue.

She needs help.
Seriously.

But the problem is that nobody would probably want to help her. Guess she's doomed.

My water bottle leaked in my backpack and soaked my books. I had to dry all the pages with a hair dryer. :P

No, it's her parents who need help. She's an only child, so they spoiled her. A little too much. :o

Tee-hee at your wet books.