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I think it's pretty sad when your weeks get so tedious and uneventful that you can't remember what happened on which day, if anything happened at all. I don't hate Tuesdays anymore because instead of Block Image I have Block PE and instead of block Chemistry I have block Physics, which isn't bad at all.
Yesterday instead of going to Hebrew High I went to sing with the Bel Canto Choir at Showcase. It was pretty sweet. There were a kajillion bands performing so we had to wait in the hall awhile and stuff, but it was cool. I bonded with Ross and Yin-ho so that was at least nice. Hahahaha. Oh, and Elizabeth Waesche.
This morning was block English and we watched "When We Were Kings" about Muhammad Ali and I slept through most of it. We had to write a paper about it tonight so I was kind of screwed in that aspect but I improvised and it should be fine. Only 17 more classes with Mr. Rorem. Choir was fine, PE was fine only Conner was being SOOOOOOOOO obnoxious and I just might have to kill myself because I have to be his partner in the badminton tournament next week. Lunch was fine, Spanish was fine. I've decided to permanently switch to the way back of the room. I slept through a lot of that too, but also I talked to Carrie and wrote her a story with illustrations. It was a really good story. She wrote me one too only mine was better. In Physics I wrote David a story and Susie Brown talked to us about class registration for next year and stuff. I want to be in the steel drum band soooooooo badly. On man. I got home and did sit-ups and stuff and actually managed to not take a nap even though I'm exhausted. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. But anyways, I did my four hours (literally, four hours) of math homework and almost went insane doing that, and then turned on my computer and started my English paper by writing my name, the date, and my class period. I just sat and watched TV and stuff for a couple hours and then actually wrote the paper, which came out crappily but oh well. Now I'm off to shower and then bed.
Herzl shabbaton is tomorrow.
Jane - Should we get our fortunes read?
Daria - I'll pass. Knowing the present is bad enough.
Jane - Then how about a Ferris wheel ride?
Daria - Do I look desperate to you?
Sam and Chris - Crusades! Crusades!
Upchuck - Ladies... wait till you hear "The Ballad of the Misunderstood Minstrel."
Daria - Do I look desperate to you now?
Jane - Yep.
Daria - Let's go.
Yesterday instead of going to Hebrew High I went to sing with the Bel Canto Choir at Showcase. It was pretty sweet. There were a kajillion bands performing so we had to wait in the hall awhile and stuff, but it was cool. I bonded with Ross and Yin-ho so that was at least nice. Hahahaha. Oh, and Elizabeth Waesche.
This morning was block English and we watched "When We Were Kings" about Muhammad Ali and I slept through most of it. We had to write a paper about it tonight so I was kind of screwed in that aspect but I improvised and it should be fine. Only 17 more classes with Mr. Rorem. Choir was fine, PE was fine only Conner was being SOOOOOOOOO obnoxious and I just might have to kill myself because I have to be his partner in the badminton tournament next week. Lunch was fine, Spanish was fine. I've decided to permanently switch to the way back of the room. I slept through a lot of that too, but also I talked to Carrie and wrote her a story with illustrations. It was a really good story. She wrote me one too only mine was better. In Physics I wrote David a story and Susie Brown talked to us about class registration for next year and stuff. I want to be in the steel drum band soooooooo badly. On man. I got home and did sit-ups and stuff and actually managed to not take a nap even though I'm exhausted. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. But anyways, I did my four hours (literally, four hours) of math homework and almost went insane doing that, and then turned on my computer and started my English paper by writing my name, the date, and my class period. I just sat and watched TV and stuff for a couple hours and then actually wrote the paper, which came out crappily but oh well. Now I'm off to shower and then bed.
Herzl shabbaton is tomorrow.
Jane - Should we get our fortunes read?
Daria - I'll pass. Knowing the present is bad enough.
Jane - Then how about a Ferris wheel ride?
Daria - Do I look desperate to you?
Sam and Chris - Crusades! Crusades!
Upchuck - Ladies... wait till you hear "The Ballad of the Misunderstood Minstrel."
Daria - Do I look desperate to you now?
Jane - Yep.
Daria - Let's go.