  A huge thanks to the terrific laugh Mom gave me with today's title. I know that Meghan has been erking my lately, and that's true. She has. She's been a pain. But I will never, ever not be her friend. Ever. I was having such a long morning.
My Honors-English teacher pulled me aside to ask what, exactly, was up with my recent plunge in grades. Upon producing a very, very, old assignment I was able to bump up my grade quite significantly. However, I felt like a loser-slacker. Everything I do seems less than half-assed. Quarter-assed maybe, if that. And in homeroom Meg made me feel so happy.
She was reminding me of all these really funny stories from seventh grade. Like the time Maryellen and I "researched" a "tribal dance" from Indonesia and performed it for extra credit. Oh, good Lord. It was such a lie. We made all of it up. I don't even think there are tribal dances there. But that's so like Meghan to cheer me up. Erk-ing as she can be sometimes, she is still my best friend. At the club after school, Heather was working out. We Stairmaster-ed together and then this guy named Brock (I am almost positive that it not how it is spelt) lifted with us.
We messed around playing basketball in the gym. Heather invited me to go smoke some pot with her. I almost said yes, and I would have. Its only that I don't think I want the first time I experience something like that to be so spur-of-the-moment. Affectionately... Anna 
