One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, "Poo-tee-weet?"
I'm in a writing mood.
Writing here.
Writing my friend who has been assigned to Afghanistan.
Writing for the Roseville Scholarship.
Writing to my Grandpa Ray.
Why do books make you sometimes want to cry? I don't consider myself that emotional, but I found myself awfully overwhelmed at certain periods in Slaughterhouse-Five. But really, that novel doesn't have much of a plot to it. Just more of a telling of events. I think it could have ended at any moment.
For a while I've been thinking senior year could just up and leave. I thought it was shit. Today, the beginning of the second(and our final, well, for most of us) semester at Roseville was a damn good day. was it the english first hour that ruined the rest of the day? I would like to think so. I guess, I wish GPAs weren't frozen. I didn't come out that bad first semester, The second semester is going to be much, much better, and I am afraid it will pass by quickly. But maybe that isn't such a bad thing. Kettering is going to be a good time, I hope.
Ironically enough, after I quit english I seem to have taken an avid interest in reading. I raed for 4 hours today. I am kind of pissed because I have so many books I want to read but I haven't read them, they're just all on a long list and I can't decide which to knock out first. Hat-picking-outing?
I couldn't believe it was fucking snowing/freezingly raining tonight. What shit. I had my window down all the time after school.
A.P. Government. I'm looking forward to the congressional simulation. I hope I'm chair of Cirriculum or Student Rights and Responsibilities. Room 200 is suckage though, might as well be room 101.
But, this is seeming like a waste of time now. 1:19. 6 hours and 26 minutes from the start of school, and I still have stuff to do on my list. A lot of a stuff. However, a four hour nap after school helps.
Good night to some, good morning, good afternoon, or good evening to many, hopefully.
Writing here.
Writing my friend who has been assigned to Afghanistan.
Writing for the Roseville Scholarship.
Writing to my Grandpa Ray.
Why do books make you sometimes want to cry? I don't consider myself that emotional, but I found myself awfully overwhelmed at certain periods in Slaughterhouse-Five. But really, that novel doesn't have much of a plot to it. Just more of a telling of events. I think it could have ended at any moment.
For a while I've been thinking senior year could just up and leave. I thought it was shit. Today, the beginning of the second(and our final, well, for most of us) semester at Roseville was a damn good day. was it the english first hour that ruined the rest of the day? I would like to think so. I guess, I wish GPAs weren't frozen. I didn't come out that bad first semester, The second semester is going to be much, much better, and I am afraid it will pass by quickly. But maybe that isn't such a bad thing. Kettering is going to be a good time, I hope.
Ironically enough, after I quit english I seem to have taken an avid interest in reading. I raed for 4 hours today. I am kind of pissed because I have so many books I want to read but I haven't read them, they're just all on a long list and I can't decide which to knock out first. Hat-picking-outing?
I couldn't believe it was fucking snowing/freezingly raining tonight. What shit. I had my window down all the time after school.
A.P. Government. I'm looking forward to the congressional simulation. I hope I'm chair of Cirriculum or Student Rights and Responsibilities. Room 200 is suckage though, might as well be room 101.
But, this is seeming like a waste of time now. 1:19. 6 hours and 26 minutes from the start of school, and I still have stuff to do on my list. A lot of a stuff. However, a four hour nap after school helps.
Good night to some, good morning, good afternoon, or good evening to many, hopefully.