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Yesterday was musical practice for 5084758365834 thousand hours. It was entertaining though. Laughing at myself my un-coordination is probably the most fun I've had in awhile. Also hearing seventh graders shout "Can I put my pants on for this dance?" Also, I mistook some boy's mom for his dad so I went up to him and said (very loudly may I add) "Is your dad out there?". Once again, being in seventh grade, he thought it was just to beat me with a bottle and whimper.
Last week was pretty much the same. My English teacher absolutely hates both me and Jared Ferguson and blames our behaviour on where we came from--Franklin. It doesn't bother me. She's one of those creepy people who smile though inside they wish that they were smothering you to death.
The island is one of the only crazy SciFi movies that I like. You should watch it. The Verb Commerical song where they are playing with the sun is the best song ever. The best band ever has to be some sexy Italianos called the Servant. Buy their albums, kiddies.
Oh glorious day. I have to finish homework for another teacher who hates me and oh, do I hate him equally. He has no idea about anything yet he's teaching us. According to him, bread is a crop and you can grow cows.
Nature Valley Oats and Honey granola bars are what I wish to live on for the rest of my days.
I have a book report to do on the Great Gatsby and it's due in two weeks. I haven't started and I could probably finish it in a day but I have better things to do.
My mother gets out next Friday.
This entry has been the worst punctuated entry in a long time.
Last week was pretty much the same. My English teacher absolutely hates both me and Jared Ferguson and blames our behaviour on where we came from--Franklin. It doesn't bother me. She's one of those creepy people who smile though inside they wish that they were smothering you to death.
The island is one of the only crazy SciFi movies that I like. You should watch it. The Verb Commerical song where they are playing with the sun is the best song ever. The best band ever has to be some sexy Italianos called the Servant. Buy their albums, kiddies.
Oh glorious day. I have to finish homework for another teacher who hates me and oh, do I hate him equally. He has no idea about anything yet he's teaching us. According to him, bread is a crop and you can grow cows.
Nature Valley Oats and Honey granola bars are what I wish to live on for the rest of my days.
I have a book report to do on the Great Gatsby and it's due in two weeks. I haven't started and I could probably finish it in a day but I have better things to do.
My mother gets out next Friday.
This entry has been the worst punctuated entry in a long time.