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I've been limiting my journal writing timing down to an entry every few days, because I find that if I write every day entries dwindle down to how tasty my lunch was.
Though.. my lunch was tasty.
I missed my bus today (yes!), so I didn't have to go to school.. which means I didn't have to play gym! I hate gym more than any other class because it requires the picking of partners. The teacher will say to pair up, I will look up at the swarming girls (no co-ed gym!) and try to distinguish one from the other, try to see if that one girl I smile at sometimes chose someone (and alas! she did...) So it comes down to this. I either pair up with the teacher or the kid who is rumored to have started a cult half-based on the belief that Simon Cowell is the second coming of Christ.. I choose the cultist. And so we commence our touchy stretching excercises. After that, everyone is to play some wussy game of -insert sport here.- I'm always careful not to break a sweat, noting that at any moment during the day someone may have the urge to smell me, and sweat does not mix well with pleasant odors. At the end of class we (we being the large congregation of girls whom I don't really associate with, but with whom I have a common grudge against gym) change back into school uniform.
That is what I got to miss today, and for that I am thankful.
Though.. my lunch was tasty.
I missed my bus today (yes!), so I didn't have to go to school.. which means I didn't have to play gym! I hate gym more than any other class because it requires the picking of partners. The teacher will say to pair up, I will look up at the swarming girls (no co-ed gym!) and try to distinguish one from the other, try to see if that one girl I smile at sometimes chose someone (and alas! she did...) So it comes down to this. I either pair up with the teacher or the kid who is rumored to have started a cult half-based on the belief that Simon Cowell is the second coming of Christ.. I choose the cultist. And so we commence our touchy stretching excercises. After that, everyone is to play some wussy game of -insert sport here.- I'm always careful not to break a sweat, noting that at any moment during the day someone may have the urge to smell me, and sweat does not mix well with pleasant odors. At the end of class we (we being the large congregation of girls whom I don't really associate with, but with whom I have a common grudge against gym) change back into school uniform.
That is what I got to miss today, and for that I am thankful.