I'm going to have a panic attack sometime soon. I can feel it coming on. I hvae 7 days of exams for one class alone. SEVEN. DAYS. Crazy. It's my Spanish 3 final, and so we have like three seperate verb tests, one on grammar, one on vocabulary and then an oral test. But, I also have tests in all of my other classes. And I'm stressed, because whislt studying for these exams, I also am trying to get ready for the SATs. My best guy friend put it to me this way, this morning, "I don't know why you're stressing out. This is just the test that can define what you do for the rest of your life!" As if I weren't already hyperventalating, thanks, buddy. He was joking, but still!! I know, I know. I'm being overdramatic. But I had a panicy moment this morning because of it. I had one of those: oh my God, I'm going to fail, my life is going to end, I'm going to end up on the street, living in a cardboard box eating Big Macs out of the garbage moments.

In other, better, news. I have a three day weekend. Yay. My clique and I [we've started calling ourselves a clique...we're not...we're just a whole bunch of best friends trying to get away from all the drama that's been going on lately] are all going out tomorrow night. After school we'll be carpooling to a local park...which we technically can't go to because no one over the age of 10 is supposed to be on the playground equipment, but whatever, and so we're going to play there for a while...dorks...and then we're going to go see Terminator!! After the movie we're going out to one of the best local restaurants. This place as the BEST specialty sandwhiches ever. They're awesome. It's also a notorious hang-out for people from my school...we all tend to congregate there. So, hopefully our group 'date' will be fun.