These Electric Rays Don't Break The Writers Block
I think it's past due time to start using my LiveJournal again, for real this time.
Let's recap, shall we?
I actually woke up around five this time. I have been tempted to throw my cellphone against the way the past couple of days, so actually waking up on time took a lot of will power. It was then when I realize that I set my alarm to early to begin with. Sure, I probably needed two hours to get ready freshmen year for obvious reasons, but I'm an upper-lower classman now. I'm experienced :D. Getting to school was the usual, talked to pops about happy things like Fire Marshal Bill (let me show you something!), hitting deer on accident and Britney Spears. Arrived at school around 7:50 only to discover the most inconvienient thing to happen in the morning: not finding your friends. Here is what the formula for mornings usually go: go to my locker, turn the corner and see my lovely group of friends sitting down and chatting. What happens when they're not there? I chill in the bathroom. It's really retarded and cowardly of me, I really need to actually walk around.
Block 2, English 2: When I think of how I want to act when I'm older, I think of Ms. Fulton. She is the most sophisticated older woman that I know, she is totally adorable! Her class is pretty interesting for a regular class. Ooo, I recieved a 96% on my group essay! SWEET. That just made my day =].
Block 3, P.E.: With only two more classes left, P.E. has become the most useless class EVER. We run two laps and sit in the gym for 1 hour. I wouldn't mind if it weren't for the fact that it is my quiet class. Apparently I have this selective shyness syndrom where certain classes I would be the life of the party while others... not so much. I know some girls from other classes and whatnot but I just can't seem to know what to say. I hate it because I know that is not me. Everyone is getting the wrong immpression and it's all my fault. If only I could break out of my shell completely, even for one period. Just to change their minds.
Block 1, German: Ah yes, my favourite class. Europeon spelling, beaaatch. This class is my instant picker-upper. It became that one divinly chosen class freshmen year where everyone was somewhat friends with everyone. Now we're all sophemores (except for one freshie, Anna) and we're growing with eachother. We were there since the beginning, where reputations didn't exist yet and everyone was trying to find their place. Love that class. I can say the apostles creed in German now! I don't know how to type it, so you will just have to ask me if you really want to hear it ;D. It's pretty sexy.
After School~*~*~*
Beautiful padre was waiting in the parking lot by 1:54, so I finally got to leave school right away! I love talking to my friends and all, but I need all the extra time I can get for Study Week! So got home, the IT happened. I binged ate. AGAIN. Lets see...bowl of cereal, cinnamon toast, like 10 whole grain crackers, chips & salsa, and we just happened to have Italian for dinner. Last time I checked, I wasn't some Olympic athlete. I don't need to eat so many damn carbs. I just feel so stressed that I don't realize what I'm putting in my mouth. The salty nutty taste of whole grain calms be down. It also adds to the ba-dunky-dunk. Might I add that I missed the gym AGAIN today? That's two columns of the dictionary tonight. Shit.
I better make tomorrow a good day, or it will be 2 pages in the dictionary tomorrow night.
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