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Okay, so open house reassured me about my classes. I don't think I have any bad teachers...you know...like Deacon or something. Both my science teachers seem awesome...especially Blackely. And I know that at least one other person is taking Pre-AP Chemistry and Physics...that person is Tyler Ponder. He thinks Apollo is doing the same thing also. That is somewhat comforting...except both of them are ten times smarter than me.
Would it be possible to just skip all the lectures about the handbook and forms that gotta be signed and all that junk? I mean...that is a waste of time in my opinion. I just want to get the school year over with and get on with my life. *sigh* And yet I don't. *sigh*
I'm a nut oh so brown, lieing on the coco ground. Everybody steps on me, that is why I'm cracked you see.
Called myself in the telephone, just to hear that beautiful sound. Asked myself out on a date, told myself at half past eight.
Took myself to the picture show, sat myself in the very front row. Wrapped my arms around my waist, got so fresh I slapped my face.
Pepsi-Cola came to town. Coca-Cola shot him down. Dr. Pepper fixed him up. Now we all drink seven up.
I'm a big hunk of tin. No one knows what shape I'm in. Got four wheels and a running board. I'm a Chevy not a Ford.
I totally themed everything on my computer with the Fast and the Furious stuff. It is so nifty.
I have a gothic hermit crab named Spinner...he needs a minion and a spider web.
Brittany Locke called me...she had a hangover...it was interesting.
Everyone post and tell me what lunch you have...just do it.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet
Would it be possible to just skip all the lectures about the handbook and forms that gotta be signed and all that junk? I mean...that is a waste of time in my opinion. I just want to get the school year over with and get on with my life. *sigh* And yet I don't. *sigh*
I'm a nut oh so brown, lieing on the coco ground. Everybody steps on me, that is why I'm cracked you see.
Called myself in the telephone, just to hear that beautiful sound. Asked myself out on a date, told myself at half past eight.
Took myself to the picture show, sat myself in the very front row. Wrapped my arms around my waist, got so fresh I slapped my face.
Pepsi-Cola came to town. Coca-Cola shot him down. Dr. Pepper fixed him up. Now we all drink seven up.
I'm a big hunk of tin. No one knows what shape I'm in. Got four wheels and a running board. I'm a Chevy not a Ford.
I totally themed everything on my computer with the Fast and the Furious stuff. It is so nifty.
I have a gothic hermit crab named Spinner...he needs a minion and a spider web.
Brittany Locke called me...she had a hangover...it was interesting.
Everyone post and tell me what lunch you have...just do it.
Until Later
Forgotten Poet