January 27th, 8:08 p.m.
Journal,
School was worse than normal today. Boq refuses to leave me alone, constantly following me around, speaking in an overly loud voice, and trying to ask me everything there is to know about Galinda, without me realizing that he's doing so. The poor fool is hopeless, though I hardly pity him. He's just so, ignorant. It's disgusting how he treats my sister, especially when Miss Pretty in Pink is around.
So, due to the two hour delay this morning, only about half of the school's population showed up, including teachers. It was ghastly the way students were behaving! All through the day, from Statistics to Studio Art, tests were canceled, due dates were pushed back, and not a single teacher had control over their class. The most horrifying thing of all was that during the AP Psychology test, instead of pushing it back, the teacher allowed us to use our notes, as 'a reward for coming into school today, despite such dastardly weather.' I refused to take it at all under such conditions, and will simply take it tomorrow with the rest of the students, without notes.
To top everything off, the annual "Sweetheart Ball," has been announced for next Friday, ten days before Valentine's Day! How moronic. The entire school is in a tizzy, and Galinda has me 'scheduled' in for next Tuesday night for dress shopping. I have repeatedly told her that shopping for a dress would be completely pointless, as I am not going to the ball. She ignores me every time I try to tell her this. For some reason she is utterly convinced that the new boy in school, Fiyero Tiggular, will be attending with her. I mean, I don't have an issue with this, in fact, I think they're perfect for each other; both shallow idiots. They should definitely go together, why would I care that I'll be home alone, knowing that Galinda will have completely forgotten about me the moment Fiyero picks her up. It happens every dance, why would this one be different?
Now, I guess that's really all I have to talk about, considering I would really avoid the subject of the upcoming auditions for the Spring Musical. I'll fill you in later, when I am in a better mood. For now, Journal, goodbye.