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My paper is done. D-o-n-e. For the most part, I mean. I still have one more section to add in, but I needed to email the draft to my teacher before she got suspicious that I didn't write what I was supposed to over the weekend. I told her I had email probs. I actually kind of liked that paper...you would think 7 pages on a single word would be completely horrific, but it wasn't bad at all. I had more to say than I thought I would.
So now I'm kind of bored. I don't have that much work and I've been looking through all the crap I have in my desk. I really need to throw stuff away before I start packing. I found a lot of weird stuff...like a string of chili pepper lights, a rubber band ball, something like an a broken clock with bent hands, a bag of mardi gras beads, and a toy plane. Wow. Then I found more crap from my phase. Mhmm...The Phase, with capitals. The one I was in all through 8th and most of 9th grade...yeah. Enough said...I think the word scary covers everything. It would be really nice to go back in time and beat some sense into myself.
Well there's no use wasting time over nothing. I can't help what I used to think and do, but it sucks that most people from my old school had to remember me as that. I'm not even going into what was actually IN the phase, but just know that it was bad. Really, really bad. No worries, I actually look like a girl and I can think for myself now. I guess everyone's impressionable in middle school, but god, it really hit me harder than others. Whatev.
KP Phil broke her foot. Poor kid.
I have an algebra quiz tomorrow. I should go study for that.
More tomorrow.
So now I'm kind of bored. I don't have that much work and I've been looking through all the crap I have in my desk. I really need to throw stuff away before I start packing. I found a lot of weird stuff...like a string of chili pepper lights, a rubber band ball, something like an a broken clock with bent hands, a bag of mardi gras beads, and a toy plane. Wow. Then I found more crap from my phase. Mhmm...The Phase, with capitals. The one I was in all through 8th and most of 9th grade...yeah. Enough said...I think the word scary covers everything. It would be really nice to go back in time and beat some sense into myself.
Well there's no use wasting time over nothing. I can't help what I used to think and do, but it sucks that most people from my old school had to remember me as that. I'm not even going into what was actually IN the phase, but just know that it was bad. Really, really bad. No worries, I actually look like a girl and I can think for myself now. I guess everyone's impressionable in middle school, but god, it really hit me harder than others. Whatev.
KP Phil broke her foot. Poor kid.
I have an algebra quiz tomorrow. I should go study for that.
More tomorrow.