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This weekend so far is very different from most of my boring weekends that are normally spent with the company of my loads of home work. My parents took me to go see Crank (new movie came out on the 31st) on Friday right after school. I just got through with the hardest test of my life in AP US History. Of course I didn't know my score yet and I was affraid to check my grades online. I knew if I did bad I would have spolled the evening for both of my parents by acting like all was lost. I studied so hard for that test, however, Mr. Huckaby is known for giving the hardests tests with the hardest trick questions. He promises the class that we will get use to the questions. I was trying not to bring anything up about school will we were eating at Ruby Tuesdays but I couldn't stop beating myself up. As I was taking the test it seemed a little easy and a little hard at times. No biggy right. Wrong! When I was finished I went back and checked my answers like anyone else but that when I saw something that made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach and slowly began to disintegrate. There were more questions on then back of the test. Next thing I hear "You time is up. Who isn't finished?" I slowly raise my hand. My teacher looks at my like I don't belong in this class. I had already felt like I didn't belong there. If you look at my class you can tell Im the only one that didn't have the right teachers, test scores, friends, school spirit attitude, or even the study skills to be in that class. I was an exsoccer player. People use to know me. Now, Im invisible. I got in that class and dropped everything. I centered and dedicated myself to my studies. My parents worry about my health b/c I only eat one meal and a snack everyday except on the weekends. People have been trying to talk me out of this and people have been encouraging me. I have always felt like I have something to prove. I've always given 110%. Sometimes it pays off other times like now, it seem like happy new and success slip striaght throught the cracks before you eyes. My mom helped rub salt in my wounds by telling me "Well you should have......" *sigh*. Thanks but no thanks. I would give her the full time job of kicking my constantly but I beat my self up enough as it is. I told her that job was taken. I can't think of new art ideas anymore. Im really stressed. So I desided to take it out on this key board.kjgeibgtt5375b7vgo45to49v78y 3946biowe90u8equ90 53bu90n4tu90n25u9245u9p24508y f8buy480u eiophxDFknsdvvvvvkndvnketbeta4treta4n 4a7m5n ..........Ok I feel a little better. I'm sure I'll don't that through out my jounal entries. Well Today I went to the Atlanta Botanical Garden to be inspired by art work for Niki and other artists. Here's a few pictures so you can enjoy it like I did.