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You know what I haven't done in a bajillion years? Just typed up my day.
History was pretty unexciting. It was mildly amusing to watch people presenting on their countries, because what Denick wanted people to talk about was never what they actually did. A lot of his assignments end up like that though, where the focus isn't really clear and the processes are misleading.
English was pretty hilarious, resulting with another quote from Sprankle that will likely stick around a while, "Images of Anna (Aunna? Is it spelled differently?) in black leather."
I'm sure you've all heard enough about lunch from people much more eloquent than I.
Math was uninteresting. Johnson's review go like, "hand out a sheet of paper and put answers on the board. Ask if you have questions."
In ceramics, I painted my hands to make it look like I was actually doing something.
On the bus ride, Max and I managed to get Nic to play some 3-way patty-cake with us. Briefly. He then returned to being emo, which is just what Nic does.
The house was empty of parents until 9ish, which was quite relaxing. Sitting around a campfire is a great way to wind down in the evening. Bob has been acting rather strangely, and frequents my room now. He came in and crawled under my bed for a while, just lying there. He looked lonely, so I joined him and we just talked (well, I did more talking than he did). Later, he came back and flopped over onto my mattress, where I eventually forgot he was. I was rather surprised when he heaved a sigh from right behind me.
I should get off the computer and go finish my English homework. Or sleep. Or both. At the same time.
History was pretty unexciting. It was mildly amusing to watch people presenting on their countries, because what Denick wanted people to talk about was never what they actually did. A lot of his assignments end up like that though, where the focus isn't really clear and the processes are misleading.
English was pretty hilarious, resulting with another quote from Sprankle that will likely stick around a while, "Images of Anna (Aunna? Is it spelled differently?) in black leather."
I'm sure you've all heard enough about lunch from people much more eloquent than I.
Math was uninteresting. Johnson's review go like, "hand out a sheet of paper and put answers on the board. Ask if you have questions."
In ceramics, I painted my hands to make it look like I was actually doing something.
On the bus ride, Max and I managed to get Nic to play some 3-way patty-cake with us. Briefly. He then returned to being emo, which is just what Nic does.
The house was empty of parents until 9ish, which was quite relaxing. Sitting around a campfire is a great way to wind down in the evening. Bob has been acting rather strangely, and frequents my room now. He came in and crawled under my bed for a while, just lying there. He looked lonely, so I joined him and we just talked (well, I did more talking than he did). Later, he came back and flopped over onto my mattress, where I eventually forgot he was. I was rather surprised when he heaved a sigh from right behind me.
I should get off the computer and go finish my English homework. Or sleep. Or both. At the same time.