Dear Diary,

Boy what a day. I get up, take quick shower, go to college. *same ol same ol right* So I head to usual spot. THere, group is there. *though Jeff or Avina ain't there* Also, some new people, forgot their names. THey're nice. *a guy and girl, think they're together* So we talk briefly then I go to Economics class.

I go through class then I Have to take second part of exam I never finished. I do. Teacher tells me she has noticed that I haven't been concetrating. I tell her bout tumor. *we are alone after class, its makeup test* She then tells me if she knew, she would've gave me more time for test. *if I knew that before* I find out my score. OMGosh! I'm doing terrible. 68/100. :( This is not normal for me. I am very dissatisified with the score. I go back to student center.

WHen I get there, I see Jeff and Avina. Rest of group is there too. I'm asked if I'm ok. I tell them NO! They are like, oh, don't worry blah blah blah. I'm like, Well, why do people have to always be ok. After that, I musta scared them, they talk about other stuff. They all start like joking around about stuff. I'm not in mood, I go to couch. I stay there for a sec, then just leave. As I'm walking to who knows where I see Eliza. SHe's like, WHAT"S UP BOO! I"m like, WHat do you want? We talk then she wants to study. She knows something is up, I tell her, she feels bad. We then go to libary to look at her math. Gee, I'm not as sharp as I thought. Simple Geometry was tripping me up, though I did remember and helped. After that, I run off to Pyschology class.

I'm late to class but get there. Watch a couple of videos about post tramatic stress disorder. *I think maybe tumor had a lil effect on me, I believe I have atleast some PTSD* Anyways, after class, I follow teacher to get copies of lectures. *I needed them* After 30 minutes of waiting, I get it, call home. Jeff called. *he's worried I think* I call his house. He's busy. *his sister answered* I go home.

Here at home I rest while watching tv. After, I get urge to show my mom computer. I show her to download music. *she looked so sad just watching tv, she needs something else to do for fun* She stays on for hour and a half. Starts cooking dinner after. I come on computer, play a few video games, write entry.

As of now, I'm just here still a lil down. GRRRRRRRR I can't seem to shake feeling. I hate indulging in this sadness, but here I am, doing it. How pathetic! Just can't stop thinking about stuff. Its like my mind won't stop. GRRRRRR! I don't wanna sit here and just weep about my situation, but here I am, doing it. Anyways, I got to eat, I'm hungry. Maybe some more interaction with family will help. Ok, bye people.