Hello, my faithful readers!
I found a way I can make time to write. I can type my entries at home, save them to my jump drive, and paste them into Blogger at school. Thus, you’ll have better and longer entries. This means that all my entries will be a day behind, though. Or not…I could always write out my day on A-days and then, only my B-days will be behind.
I didn’t tell you anything about my day yesterday. It was B-day, so first block I had photography. Mrs. Blair didn’t show, so we all sat out in the commons. I just hung out with Logan, Carrie, and Lauren.
Second block was Algebra II, and we learned about quadratic binomials and finding the coordinates of parabolas or something like that. It was easy stuff.
During lunch, I went looking for Serena so I could give her the scarf I crocheted for her to give to her Lolie friend, but I couldn’t track her down. I don’t think she was at school today, even though Blair said she was. I wouldn’t have missed her though. She has bright, pink hair! X-D
Third block was fine until Paull texted me. He told me Landon told him I did something I never did do and never will do. I won’t say what. It’s too horrible, and I don’t want to repeat it. However, I texted Landon to ask him why he told Paull that, and he said he didn’t. I don’t know whether or not to believe him. I wouldn’t put it past Landon to lie, but I also wouldn’t put it past Paull to make up stuff just to piss me off. And he wonders why I don’t like him. Anyway, for the rest of third block, I was shaking and on-edge. I wonder why I even deal with eighth graders. I thought I left the eighth-grade drama behind when I left Hunter Middle, but here I am, caught in it again. It sucks. I WANT MY TINKER BELL JACKET AND MY LEMUR!!!
Fourth block, I was still shaky. However, I had English with Frau Claypool, and there’s so many amusing people in her class that I can’t stay upset for long. We were practicing Greek roots, and Frau Claypool used them to make a bunch of words up that we had to guess the meanings of. One of her words was hedonecroxenometry, and nobody could figure out what it meant. Everyone offered suggestions from what we knew, which was this: hedon=pleasure, necro=dead, xeno=foreign, and metry=the art of measuring. The answer was the pleasure of measuring dead, foreign people, but the funniest suggestion was one Michael Terril made. He suggested “the foreign part of measuring dead pleasure.” OMG! Now think about that!
I haven’t heard from Korean all day. I wonder if he’s alive.
I came home, and I started to work on my English research paper. I have 5o more fact cards to write out, and I accidentally turned in my blank index cards to Ms. Claypool. Now I’m stuck cramming it all in last minute. Oh, well. I shouldn’t have homework tomorrow. Oh, but wait…church. OK. Yeah. I’ll be doing the cramming. Oh well. I’ll get it done one way or the other.
Nothing else important happened today. I can remember. I’ll be going now. Peace out!!!
Deine Emily
I found a way I can make time to write. I can type my entries at home, save them to my jump drive, and paste them into Blogger at school. Thus, you’ll have better and longer entries. This means that all my entries will be a day behind, though. Or not…I could always write out my day on A-days and then, only my B-days will be behind.
I didn’t tell you anything about my day yesterday. It was B-day, so first block I had photography. Mrs. Blair didn’t show, so we all sat out in the commons. I just hung out with Logan, Carrie, and Lauren.
Second block was Algebra II, and we learned about quadratic binomials and finding the coordinates of parabolas or something like that. It was easy stuff.
During lunch, I went looking for Serena so I could give her the scarf I crocheted for her to give to her Lolie friend, but I couldn’t track her down. I don’t think she was at school today, even though Blair said she was. I wouldn’t have missed her though. She has bright, pink hair! X-D
Third block was fine until Paull texted me. He told me Landon told him I did something I never did do and never will do. I won’t say what. It’s too horrible, and I don’t want to repeat it. However, I texted Landon to ask him why he told Paull that, and he said he didn’t. I don’t know whether or not to believe him. I wouldn’t put it past Landon to lie, but I also wouldn’t put it past Paull to make up stuff just to piss me off. And he wonders why I don’t like him. Anyway, for the rest of third block, I was shaking and on-edge. I wonder why I even deal with eighth graders. I thought I left the eighth-grade drama behind when I left Hunter Middle, but here I am, caught in it again. It sucks. I WANT MY TINKER BELL JACKET AND MY LEMUR!!!
Fourth block, I was still shaky. However, I had English with Frau Claypool, and there’s so many amusing people in her class that I can’t stay upset for long. We were practicing Greek roots, and Frau Claypool used them to make a bunch of words up that we had to guess the meanings of. One of her words was hedonecroxenometry, and nobody could figure out what it meant. Everyone offered suggestions from what we knew, which was this: hedon=pleasure, necro=dead, xeno=foreign, and metry=the art of measuring. The answer was the pleasure of measuring dead, foreign people, but the funniest suggestion was one Michael Terril made. He suggested “the foreign part of measuring dead pleasure.” OMG! Now think about that!
I haven’t heard from Korean all day. I wonder if he’s alive.
I came home, and I started to work on my English research paper. I have 5o more fact cards to write out, and I accidentally turned in my blank index cards to Ms. Claypool. Now I’m stuck cramming it all in last minute. Oh, well. I shouldn’t have homework tomorrow. Oh, but wait…church. OK. Yeah. I’ll be doing the cramming. Oh well. I’ll get it done one way or the other.
Nothing else important happened today. I can remember. I’ll be going now. Peace out!!!
Deine Emily
The song on my heart of the day:
MAINTAIN CONCIOUSNESS
Relient K (again)
Our concentration it contains a deadly flaw
our conversations change from words to blah, blah blah
we took prescription drugs but look how much good that did
well I think I had a point, but I just got distracted
Lately it just seems to me
like we've got the letters A.D.D.
branded into our mentality
we simply can't focus on anything
because its17, 18, 19 routine and here at 23 it's the same old me
and that one thing of the moment
that we all happen to like will
only very temporarilykinda break the cycle
of the double edged sword
of being lazy and being bored
we just want more and more and more
till it's all we can afford
to keep our eyes open for just one more day
to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way
to keep our minds open for just one more day
cause its completely up to usto maintain consciousness
well no one can possibly listen to this
more than 4 reps is just monotonous
we're losing interest, losing interest, losing interest
because its17, 18, 19 routine
even here at 23 it's the same old me
and that one thing of the moment
that we all happen to like will
only very temporarilykinda break the cycle
of the double edged sword
of being lazy and being bored
we just want more and more and more
till it's all we can afford
to keep our eyes open for just one more day
to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way
to keep our minds open for just one more day
cause its completely up to usto maintain consciousness
to keep our eyes open for just our more day
to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way
to keep our minds open for just one more day
cause its completely up to us
to maintain consciousness
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