i must admit i have nothing to do.
i must admit i have nothing to do.
started reading my school books. ha...5 chapters down, about 30 to go. plus 3 more books. in french. :-) i don't mind it, actually.
i woke up this morning and got dressed and brushed my teeth and went to central to get cross country pictures taken for the football programs. and then i was informed that fraser rescheduled the pictures and told no one. t.y.s.m.
so, registration was pointless. i love the whole system, actually, with the little green papers and the way the lady slammed the stamp onto the paper like it wouldn't have showed up had she not used so much force. 'enrolled.' and then you think the paper means something so you hold on to it like it's important but they give you your locker number and just say, 'uh, put it in there.' and you pitch it in some box they will more than likely throw away. ha...so stupid. they should just mail us our schedules and i'll send them a photo of myself or, better yet, draw a picture. a self-portrait. sounds fun.
i want zarah to come back from band camp. i'm lonely and i'm missing a lot of people right now and it's made me so very counterproductive.
by the way, i think people are ridiculous. not that you care. not that you should. but they are. they are ridiculous and predictable and disappointing all at once.
...oh, look, i'm back to my old self. :-)
let's light bay city on fire.
dfg
<-- p.s. that's me on the top left in the glasses.
started reading my school books. ha...5 chapters down, about 30 to go. plus 3 more books. in french. :-) i don't mind it, actually.
i woke up this morning and got dressed and brushed my teeth and went to central to get cross country pictures taken for the football programs. and then i was informed that fraser rescheduled the pictures and told no one. t.y.s.m.
so, registration was pointless. i love the whole system, actually, with the little green papers and the way the lady slammed the stamp onto the paper like it wouldn't have showed up had she not used so much force. 'enrolled.' and then you think the paper means something so you hold on to it like it's important but they give you your locker number and just say, 'uh, put it in there.' and you pitch it in some box they will more than likely throw away. ha...so stupid. they should just mail us our schedules and i'll send them a photo of myself or, better yet, draw a picture. a self-portrait. sounds fun.
i want zarah to come back from band camp. i'm lonely and i'm missing a lot of people right now and it's made me so very counterproductive.
by the way, i think people are ridiculous. not that you care. not that you should. but they are. they are ridiculous and predictable and disappointing all at once.
...oh, look, i'm back to my old self. :-)
let's light bay city on fire.
dfg
<-- p.s. that's me on the top left in the glasses.