Stress. Stress. STRESS!

I haven't been on here in like a billion years because:
a. I've been busy
b. I had no idea anyone actually even read my first post
c. I just kind of forgot.
My grades have gotten kind of sucky since my first quarter report card. I've been absent a ton (I like to start my weekends early and end them late) so I missed about four tests. And P.E. A TON of P.E. Ms. I, my P.E. teacher, who hates anyone lacking muscles the size of grapefruits, has it in for me. Do you know what the penalty for five absences is, if you want any credit?
Why, four summaries of a health or sports article, of course!
I complained to Melanie about it and she started counting on her fingers.
"Ballet, Tap, Gymnastics, and Figure Skating."
"Oh." That kind of helped, but not really. I don't read magazines about sports. Not even girly, half-assed sports like Tap*. I was going to ask Jacob (super platonic friend, don't get any ideas) to find me a magazine, but I forgot. Crap. I guess I'll just search Yahoo for some article about Martha Graham and be done with it.
I finally made up the last of my tests on Friday, which should bring my grades back to decent, but now I have to stress about the stupid Winter Ball. December First, the only formal of the year where us sad lower classmen are allowed too. About a million people so far have asked if I'm going. Rebecca will not stop talking about it.
"So are you going?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not going to get a date."
"Just go with your friends then! Blah blah blah fun blah blah blah..."
Here is the thing: I really want to go. I love dressing up, and dancing, and flirting, and getting my hair done and all that fun formal stuff. But I can't think of anyone to go with- I have friends, but they're all going with dates. Who wants to be the third wheel??? Not even the third wheel wants to be the third wheel. She's just pathetically forced to be the third wheel, and then she goes home feeling left out and eats ice cream while sobbing.
Just guessing there, of course.
I could ask Jacob, I guess, or see who Danielle's going with- maybe there is some group I could wheel into. But I don't know. No more thinking about it.
And it's not like I'm the only pathetic one. Gabbi isn't going either. So there.
And Jacob might think I like him or something, if I ask him, and I don't. I like making fun of him, teasing him, flirting a little. That's it.
Oh, my God.
I am pathetic.

*I mean nothing against Tap here. There's nothing wrong with it. I love Shirley Temple.