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chapped lips and chapstick and things like chemistry...
i think from now on im gonna only write about my weekends, since thats the only time anything remotely interesting happens. well, maybe its not even remotely interesting, but id like to think so.
ok, friday i came home from bouchard, ended up goin to bed at 9:00. such a loser. went o laura's from like, 9-3 to work on our project. my game got cancelled. went over james's house, went shopping with him and brian to help prepare for sunday's party. sunday i went to my game at the high school, and then another game in waterbury, and then sergio's and then james's house for the party and it was fun. by the time i got back home from sergio's i had 15 missed calls on my celly. ridiculous. i got messed up playin ping pong, we played halo and watched mean girls. what a crappy movie. jordan broke james's dad's really expensive piano, but shhh. no one needs to know.
i got a call tuesday from rena at sergio's for a job offer. she really needs someone who can do fridays. cant help ya there. friggin baseball.
marissa hutton draws on my neck in english class.
emily draws on my wenus (or however ya spell it)
jackie steals my agenda and writes in it.
samantha does too.
dr. graham was not in school today. heart attack, methinks?
me and brian were comin up with the best and worst ways to die in spanish today since azpiri wasnt in school either. is that wrong?
i have to write a poem about how a color looks, tastes, feels like, tastes like, etc today. do colors taste like anything?
i have a math quiz on quadratic equations tomorrow and i have no idea what they are. kill me now. i have a B in that class and its not helping that chamberlain does everything wayyy too fast.
we've been playing soccer in gym class. i should have at least tried out for the soccer team this year.
the green party needs to give up so i dont have to write stupid reports and speeches about it.
you should see a picture of how im typing right now. the edge of my butt is in my chair and my feet are sideways on the table. i feel like one of those acrobat people and do yoga in their spare time.
i have nothing to do today besides homework. its so weird.
i need to take a vacation. i think ill go to maine tomorrow after school.
im hungry.
i think from now on im gonna only write about my weekends, since thats the only time anything remotely interesting happens. well, maybe its not even remotely interesting, but id like to think so.
ok, friday i came home from bouchard, ended up goin to bed at 9:00. such a loser. went o laura's from like, 9-3 to work on our project. my game got cancelled. went over james's house, went shopping with him and brian to help prepare for sunday's party. sunday i went to my game at the high school, and then another game in waterbury, and then sergio's and then james's house for the party and it was fun. by the time i got back home from sergio's i had 15 missed calls on my celly. ridiculous. i got messed up playin ping pong, we played halo and watched mean girls. what a crappy movie. jordan broke james's dad's really expensive piano, but shhh. no one needs to know.
i got a call tuesday from rena at sergio's for a job offer. she really needs someone who can do fridays. cant help ya there. friggin baseball.
marissa hutton draws on my neck in english class.
emily draws on my wenus (or however ya spell it)
jackie steals my agenda and writes in it.
samantha does too.
dr. graham was not in school today. heart attack, methinks?
me and brian were comin up with the best and worst ways to die in spanish today since azpiri wasnt in school either. is that wrong?
i have to write a poem about how a color looks, tastes, feels like, tastes like, etc today. do colors taste like anything?
i have a math quiz on quadratic equations tomorrow and i have no idea what they are. kill me now. i have a B in that class and its not helping that chamberlain does everything wayyy too fast.
we've been playing soccer in gym class. i should have at least tried out for the soccer team this year.
the green party needs to give up so i dont have to write stupid reports and speeches about it.
you should see a picture of how im typing right now. the edge of my butt is in my chair and my feet are sideways on the table. i feel like one of those acrobat people and do yoga in their spare time.
i have nothing to do today besides homework. its so weird.
i need to take a vacation. i think ill go to maine tomorrow after school.
im hungry.