I was gonna write an article about how to -- what's it called? "Tips on being happy by someone who is very much not a licensed professional," or something along those lines, a little more formal but you get what I mean. And so, one of those things is gonna be, "Get yourself something special that you can use every now and then." And what I do is I have these things called special socks. I don't wear them on special occasions, not like that. I wear them, and if I wear them, it means that that day is therefore special. It's one of those things where it's kind of like, there's nothing actually special about them, they're just pretty socks. But if I wear them, then it's like a little special gift for myself. It's like a little special gift I give to myself. And so it's kind of like, "Oh, since I'm wearing something different today, it must be a special day." And so, uh, it makes my day a little more happy, you know?

Diarist: So on Monda- -- like, mom and dad talked me into wrestling, 'cause like they thought that would be a good idea even though I have never been good in sports and I have always made it very clear how much I hate them.  Parent: But you like to fight. Diarist: I do like to fight, and I like fighting my friends, and I like fighting random people. I don't like when sports make you do quote-unquote "warm-ups," as in running around the track, like, 300 times.  Parent: I believe it was 1 and a half times is what got you [laughs]. Diarist: No, it was two. Parent: Okay. Diarist: And I have a fainting thing. I don't know exactly what it's called. But it was hot, we had already been our -- on our feet for like an hour and a half. And so he just tells us to run, and so I make it around twice and I'm feeling super light-headed. And I can barely make out like sentences 'cause I legitimately feel like I'm about to pass out. So I like go up to him, and I freak everyone out because I'm just like -- I sit down and he's like, "No, you can't sit down. You need to like, stay up," and so I'm like, "Okay, then I'm leaving." And I just pushed past him and the other coach, and I just leave. And then I like sit down for a few seconds and like, actually, like, get water and then I call mom. And then, yeah, I left, and that was mortifying.

Today, I kinda acted a little bit out of line, though, in history class. Like I know I'm tired and I kinda had a bad birthday but that's really not an excuse for what I did. I mean, I didn't do anything like horrible. We were doing this debate on like who the Cold War was like caused by, I guess? I don't really know if that's the exact way to put it, but it was just a graded history debate. And I had had my hand up for over 23 minutes. And some people had talked four times and I had not been called on. So when I finally got called on I kinda said in a snarky voice like, "I wanted to actually go off of the first point that Name made about -- blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." And then I just started ranting, and eventually, I got to this point and I'm like, "We need to stop saying that this is about communism -- um, I mean, not about communism because it is about communism. I know it says that it's not about communism, but it clearly is, like, you have to look at the outside action." And the Lit teacher cut me off. She's like, "I don't even know what you're saying, but we, we don't have time for this side commentary." So I hope I didn't get a really bad grade.