the story
so vacation started, thats cool.
the play is over, thats cool to.
i'm glad that i did the play despite how small a part i had.
it was the first extracurricular activity i've done since 8th grade.
and despite how weirdly anxsously boreding some parts were other parts were good.
like that one day when that one thing happened, that was really funny, and now i'll laugh when ever i see a finger touching a lip or hear a "sorry, that was me"
so now i'm speed homeworking, trying to do twenty two chapters to make up my american history credit from last year. that will be fun, i have one finished so far.
and doing this makes me first angry with myself for not getting my homework done last year, and then angry at "the system" for giving me a teacher that didn't help so much. i just don't really know why i didn't do the work, i could have, i probably could have been in honors american history and done the work. but, i didn't and thats over now.
i'm not to sure what else to say. my mom is teaching four almost thirty but not settled down yet women who are all sad and slightly overweight about not settling down yet how to knit today, in about twenty minutes in fact, it should be amazingly weird, thus i'll continue on in my room, on my floor with my notebook in my lap leaning over to read America Is and hurting my lower back and neck as it is done. that should be wonderful.
Oh and..
i won a game of foose ball last night.
the play is over, thats cool to.
i'm glad that i did the play despite how small a part i had.
it was the first extracurricular activity i've done since 8th grade.
and despite how weirdly anxsously boreding some parts were other parts were good.
like that one day when that one thing happened, that was really funny, and now i'll laugh when ever i see a finger touching a lip or hear a "sorry, that was me"
so now i'm speed homeworking, trying to do twenty two chapters to make up my american history credit from last year. that will be fun, i have one finished so far.
and doing this makes me first angry with myself for not getting my homework done last year, and then angry at "the system" for giving me a teacher that didn't help so much. i just don't really know why i didn't do the work, i could have, i probably could have been in honors american history and done the work. but, i didn't and thats over now.
i'm not to sure what else to say. my mom is teaching four almost thirty but not settled down yet women who are all sad and slightly overweight about not settling down yet how to knit today, in about twenty minutes in fact, it should be amazingly weird, thus i'll continue on in my room, on my floor with my notebook in my lap leaning over to read America Is and hurting my lower back and neck as it is done. that should be wonderful.
Oh and..
i won a game of foose ball last night.