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Ok my softball coach is gay. I was supposed to have practice yesterday but at the last minuet when I was going up to his room when school was over Chandra tells me there is no practice and that we have it today at 1:30. What the fuck?! Coach Marchmen....you're a bastard. So I had to run all the way from the end of the old building all the way out to my bus which is by the new gym. I don't think I am going to practice today. I was supposed to go to Lake Lanier with Chandra but I don't know now. If Chandra goes to practice I will go to. If not then I guess we will go to Lake Lanier.
And those who keep asking me about my away message and the little poem thingy in my profile....yes it is about him. God I'm so obvious. I guess everything is written on my face or something.
They still haven't put me into Algebra II!! I hate that fucking school. I missed a whole week of Algebra II because some of the people at the school had to be fucking gay and messed up my schedule. I spend a whole week looking at stuff I already knew and had passed. I should have been out by Thursday and Friday at the latest. But I never got a new schedule! I went to the counselor's office twice....once Thursday and then Friday morning. And still they haven't fixed it! They need to hurry they're slow fruitcake asses up and fix my schedule. It isn't that hard to do.
I guess I need to go work on my Summer Reading project. I have to write journal entries as if I were the character from the book I read. I'm doing Flowers in the Attic so it shouldn't be hard. Mr. Tennial said I could just do the ten or so entries from when she was locked up in the attic to the time she escaped. I might just do one for each chapter I'm not sure yet though.
And those who keep asking me about my away message and the little poem thingy in my profile....yes it is about him. God I'm so obvious. I guess everything is written on my face or something.
They still haven't put me into Algebra II!! I hate that fucking school. I missed a whole week of Algebra II because some of the people at the school had to be fucking gay and messed up my schedule. I spend a whole week looking at stuff I already knew and had passed. I should have been out by Thursday and Friday at the latest. But I never got a new schedule! I went to the counselor's office twice....once Thursday and then Friday morning. And still they haven't fixed it! They need to hurry they're slow fruitcake asses up and fix my schedule. It isn't that hard to do.
I guess I need to go work on my Summer Reading project. I have to write journal entries as if I were the character from the book I read. I'm doing Flowers in the Attic so it shouldn't be hard. Mr. Tennial said I could just do the ten or so entries from when she was locked up in the attic to the time she escaped. I might just do one for each chapter I'm not sure yet though.