The one thing that I absolutely can't stand is when people can't admit they're wrong. I was having a conversation with my cousin today and the whole time she kept going on and on about how I'm wrong and blah, blah. I actually started to believe her and so I simply gave up and even told her that, which was quite stupid of me considering the fact that I did turn out to be right. Ick, I knew it all along. Of course, I'm going to feel like a loser if I bring it up again, which I won't unless she mentions something about it first. Am I too over analytical? Maybe. It's just that she had the biggest attitude about it, as she always does with basically everything, and that grates on my nerves. If you're going to state what you believe, at least do it in a kind manner and not act as if you're superior to whoever you're talking to. Sheesh, I hate her sometimes. Her two sisters are just as irritating. It's as if they live for those "I'm right and you're wrong" arguments. I hate arguing with people... my point never gets across but then again, it's not as if they're ever willing to lend an ear.

School tomorrow. I so don't want to go... I wish I can just drop out. Well, actually, I don't because that was simply my stupid laziness speaking. Another five days consisting of stress and overwhelming feelings are in full view, although they won't be all that bad considering that the HSPAs (High School Proficiency Assessment) will be during morning classes from Tuesday to Thursday. It's basically a test that determines whether or not you'll be graduating high school. I hope it's not too difficult. I hate standardized tests with a passion. I mean, how can a stupid test represent your level of intelligence? Oh well, I don't believe it'll be too difficult. At least, I hope not.

I hope the rest of my junior year flies by because frankly, I've had enough of the same people and what comes along with knowing them. Besides that, I hate how I can never get myself to express how I actually feel about them. I have this tendency of being extremely cautious as not to let these people know what I actually think of them. It's not that I'm fake because with certain people that I strongly dislike, I make it a point to indirectly hint that to them. It's not ever too obvious, but they usually get the picture. I don't understand why they feel the need to put up an act as if everything's perfectly fine between me and them when it's not. Why can't they just leave me the heck alone? Blah. My school friends aren't all that great either. We've all kind of drifted away from each other, or maybe I've drifted away from them. I'm leaning towards the latter. Sigh. I won't go into it because there's too much for me to talk about and knowing how I am, it'll all come out as useless drivel.

My new goal is to update every single day. Whoah, that sounds a tad bit ambitious considering I never have the energy or motivation to do so. The fact that I blogged two days in a row is astounding, isn't it? ;) It's just that I have so much locked up inside and most of the time, I never get the oppurtunity to let it out in some decent form or outlet. I guess blogging's what some may consider therapeutic, and I actually believe it helps me greatly.

Well, I'm going to go read a little of Born Confused before hitting the sack. The book's actually humorous and interesting at the same time. I spent a long time at the bookstore trying to find a book for some light reading and that's one of the ones that I bought. So far, it hasn't been a disappointment.

Oddly enough, some kind of motivation mustered within me and I suddenly wanted to blog again. Yeah, so I'm not deleting this blog as I had decided yesterday, although I did delete quite a few of my older entries, making sure to keep a select few that I liked. I suppose I should update about my life. Life's been going fairly well... I really think everything's back on track now, that things are going the way that they're supposed to be going. I'm actually satisfied with where I stand now. Believe it or not, that's a lot coming from me considering the fact that I'm always disappointed with myself since I tend to overanalyze everything there is. Going into every detail is obviously not a good thing to do. I'm seriously not as horrible as my mind makes me out to be, and lately, I seem to be realizing that with more understanding.

Hmm, what else? School's been good, I think. I'm doing pretty well in my classes and I'm happy with what my teachers recommended me for next year. I've been trying to figure out what I want to take next year. As for electives, I think I'm going to go for creative writing II (I'm currently in creative writing I), journalism, business and personal law, and Holocaust and Genocide studies. For academics, it's going to be advanced math, either physics or environmental science, English 12 honors, and possibly AP Spanish IV. Has anyone ever taken AP European history? I'm contemplating on whether or not I should take it because maybe that course may be too much for me... it's not that I wouldn't be able to handle it, it's just I just don't want to put myself in the position where I would regret it.

I heard it's really nice out... of course, I'm too lazy to get up and look for myself. We're going to be going to the mosque in New York tonight so I'm looking forward to that. They built a new masjid there so that should be cool, right? I had seen it when it was in the process of being constructed but now it's finally done, masha'Allah.

I haven't really talked to one of my good friends since Monday. A whole messy argument took place on Monday and well, harsh words were exchanged and feelings were hurt. Uhm, we did kind of talk on Wednesday... it's just that I finally blurted something out and we started talking but that lasted a couple of minutes. I think she's still somewhat angry at me about what happened, even though I hadn't initiated it in the least bit and everyone knows that. I guess you can say she's extremely stubborn and doesn't want to admit to herself that she was wrong. I'm quick to let go of things so I decided to start that conversation with her. Unfortunetely, we didn't talk again after that. Oh well.