so much worse than me i wish i had something to complain about. but i feel bad complaining about meaningless things when there are so many people out there that have it worse than i do. i feel sorry for said people. the ones that have the real problems. such as hunger, disease, death, abuse. i don't feel any sympathy for those who complain about how much their life sucks and how they just want to die. i used to be like that, and i got over it. and now i'm doing fairly well. see? it works. but since i have nothing of importance to complain about i will rewind my day. today was late start wednesday. which is always nice. so i went over to lovely sarah's house to work on some earrings. got one and a half pairs finished. then it was off to school. not terribly exciting but shorter class periods made it tolerable. after blowing bubbles in tech i went back to sarah's to finish the last half of the earrings and another pair. three new earrings in one day without spending money. i think i rock at that game. and lesson plans ...