Tiredtiredtired.

I'm really exhausted right now, so I don't know why I'm bothering. Meh.

Facing some drama with my friends lately. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, and it seems that the only answers I get for that are either "It's complicated" or too complicated for me to follow. Le-sigh. Oh well. I'll deal with it. I can deal with that sort of thing just fine, always have and always will. It's the others I'm worried about. Besides, I've got Dennis to keep me going. He is my Sunshine. He somehow manages to stay optimistic about everything, which inspires me to try and do a little better.

He's also nice to everyone, which is something I probably could have improved on a bit this morning. I'll admit that I was being a little mean to Rachael, but she was being mean to me and I really don't feel like I should have to take that from her. I'm her friend, not her husband. Friends need to be appreciated, not abused and taken advantage of, which is what I feel happened today. I know there's a lot going on behind the scenes with her, but nobody's told me jack about it, so I'm going to act as the ignorant one I am until someone enlightens me.

At least, these are my thought processes. I probably sound like a horrible, cruel person, but oh well. There's more I could write, but I think that's better reserved for my head.

Yearbook's first deadline is tomorrow, which really puts a lot of pressure on me. There's a massive collage project that needs to be finished which they dumped on me two days ago, and assumed I could get it done with no problem, then they made me go work on something else (a complete waste of my precious time which could have been handled by my co-editor just fine), during which time I found myself sitting around doing nothing for probably two hours. I wanted to work on my collage, but I had to watch over something. It bothered me that they would do that, but whatever. I can handle it.

In English we studied Robert Frost a bit, which was nice. His poems are very calming and picturesque, helping me get some of the relaxation I needed. Rachael sits a few seats away in that class and I know she was ignoring me, but I refused to let it bother me. I was actually quite happy as I was walking out of the classroom today. I enjoyed the poetry we read, even copied one into my journal.

In Seminary, a thought struck me quite hard that my teacher has repeated many times over, and yet it never seemed to sink in. Working at the Boy's Ranch with the Juvenile Delinquents there (before he moved to Bingham), he learned a lot of interesting and important lessons. The one I'm focusing on is 'Anger always hides hurt.' And it's quite true. I know that Rachael wasn't angry at me today because I was talking about Bingham Ball- sure, she was probably annoyed, but there's something else bothering her that I really don't know about. My teacher made a point to tell the boys in my class that if their wife ever got moody for no apparent reason, to figure out what was really bothering them and they would become the best husband in the world. I think it struck me this time because of that. It made me think to my future, and hope that my husband will someday be so considerate. :/ It also stung me a little, because it just emphasized the fact that Rachael's got something going on and I don't have a clue.

History we had a kid from Israel visit and talk to us about his life in the Middle East. He was a very normal, fun kid, aside from the fact that he spoke four languages and came from the other side of the world. He even made a few dirty jokes, which surprised me a little (*pointing to male volunteer's face* "If this is the U.S.A..." *pointing to male volunteer's groin* "This is Israel!"). That was the worst one, he had some other jokes that were clean and just funny, but I don't remember any. I remember that because it took some people about half an hour to finally get it.

Work was wonderfully slow. I love those days, especially when I'm exhausted as I am. Ah. Anyway. I'm going to shower now, then bed. <3