[they let me out too soon]
Altered layout, pretty home-made icons. I'm quite satisfied. Yes, yes. It means more of... this journal time.
I'm such a journal whore. I have a Xanga, a LJ, a MySpace, a creative journal, a diary, a drawing journal, my Pickard journal, and my observation notebook. I should compress them into one, but I find having many to be organized, somehow. They just take up lots of space. None of them have been thoroughly filled, with the possible exception of the Pickard journal and these internet things. The Pickard journal got a lot of attention and was used for things I would have put here, but I don't like to repeat myself and as a result, no one gets to read my crazy rants. I wasn't supposed to use the Pickard journal like I did, I don't think, but he didn't explain the purpose well enough. Oh well.
Thinking of Mr. Pickard makes me think of school, and how awful some of my classes will be this upcoming year. Advance Chemistry, as fun as the classwork might be, will be destroyed because of Ms. Allen. Government will always have the potential to be great, but Gage will always find a way to ruin it. I probably won't have many problems with him, given my previous experience with social studies teachers, but... he's just not a pleasant man. As for Psychology and Basic Law, I'm psyched. Mrs. Grady is amazing, and I'll have her all year, plus Mock Trial. Super great. Messina is a cool guy, and AP Econ will be an adventure. No math, so I'm happy about that. Chamber Choir will be good... But to be honest I'm frightened. Small group, can't hide, and my singing is inconsistent. I don't want people to think I suck. Oh well. English classes will be entertaining, Scrivens is good as far as I know. Pickard-level grades on essays?... I hope. Maybe she'll think I'm brilliant? HA! I'll have them all fooled. I'm a re-re, seriously. Gold likes me, knows my work, and it's Shakespeare. Woo.
I need to buy Elephant and Dummy. And Mystery Men. Heheh.
I'm such a journal whore. I have a Xanga, a LJ, a MySpace, a creative journal, a diary, a drawing journal, my Pickard journal, and my observation notebook. I should compress them into one, but I find having many to be organized, somehow. They just take up lots of space. None of them have been thoroughly filled, with the possible exception of the Pickard journal and these internet things. The Pickard journal got a lot of attention and was used for things I would have put here, but I don't like to repeat myself and as a result, no one gets to read my crazy rants. I wasn't supposed to use the Pickard journal like I did, I don't think, but he didn't explain the purpose well enough. Oh well.
Thinking of Mr. Pickard makes me think of school, and how awful some of my classes will be this upcoming year. Advance Chemistry, as fun as the classwork might be, will be destroyed because of Ms. Allen. Government will always have the potential to be great, but Gage will always find a way to ruin it. I probably won't have many problems with him, given my previous experience with social studies teachers, but... he's just not a pleasant man. As for Psychology and Basic Law, I'm psyched. Mrs. Grady is amazing, and I'll have her all year, plus Mock Trial. Super great. Messina is a cool guy, and AP Econ will be an adventure. No math, so I'm happy about that. Chamber Choir will be good... But to be honest I'm frightened. Small group, can't hide, and my singing is inconsistent. I don't want people to think I suck. Oh well. English classes will be entertaining, Scrivens is good as far as I know. Pickard-level grades on essays?... I hope. Maybe she'll think I'm brilliant? HA! I'll have them all fooled. I'm a re-re, seriously. Gold likes me, knows my work, and it's Shakespeare. Woo.
I need to buy Elephant and Dummy. And Mystery Men. Heheh.