v. tried, (trd) try·ing, tries (trz)
1. To make an effort to do or accomplish (something); attempt
2. To taste, sample, or otherwise test in order to determine strength, effect, worth, or desirability
a.To examine or hear (evidence or a case) by judicial process.
b.To put (an accused person) on trial.
To make an effort; strive.
You know… I was going places with that. But I cannot figure out where anymore. I hate how my everything between the header and the footer on my layout looks. I hate the font and the size. I just needed to say that since it makes me mad everytime I look at it. But I still am very grateful that Justin changed it.I really do not feel like typing everything that I am thinking. I think that is what I do every post. But is that not what I am supposed to be writing? What am I supposed to be writing in here, and who I am writing it for. I thought that I was writing it not only for myself, but for my boyfriend and my best friends. Nikki reads it and replies to me about it. I like that. Justin told me that he does not really read it and that he never did. That hurt. I was writing to keep them informed about the things that I am thinking and feeling while they are not there and what I do not tell them. But I guess that is worthless. Except for Nikki. I like it when she replies. Reading hers is a good way to keep tabs on her while she is up at St. Cloud… or down, whatever it is. So I suppose that I will start by writing about my day. I woke up and I went to school. I enjoyed my English class. We talked about stuff. We also watched part of the movie Tuesdays With Morrie. I have never seen that and since we did not get to finish, I wish to see it soon. Following my class I went and spoke with my professor. My C was raised to a C+ and he told me that I am doing better in his class than most people do. I was happy to hear that I am not as horrible of a student that I thought I was. I then headed to my grandparent’s house only to find my Grandpa home. I did not feel like going where people were, so I headed home. I also wanted to take a shower and work out, and I prefer that in the company of myself. Luckily my mom was not home when I got there so I was able to be alone. You know what… I have to go now.