The Emerald Law
Great day.
English was boring as usual, but writers craft was fun because we got our journals back. I got a 75 and Mannello likes Pink Floyd. I found that out because he read into all of my Pink Floyd references in one of my poems. Me and Eric waited anxiously for Mike to arrive at the door, but we had to go to the library to post some of our poems. As usual, I began to sweat profusely in the library, and I sweartogod I'm the only one who sweats this much. Lunch was boring for the first little bit, but then Me, Eric, and Mike went uptown. We got some pizza at Pizza Canada, and discussed why the Iraqis got the boot from the store. We then proceeded to outside Strings where Mike acted as a wind guard as he got pelted in the face with dust. The winds were out of this friggin' world today. It started to rain, but stopped no more than a few minutes earlier. I can't believe we haven't had a tornado today. Anyways, we went into Strings and Mike picked up some stings, and I bought an A string for Darren's Squire. Mike wanted to get a slide, but unfortunately, they had none left. Oh well, next time. Eric lightly booed the group of people who shall remain nameless who were across the street. I still think that one of them hates me. We went up and over to the Shoppers Drugmart and me and Mike picked up some magazines. I'm sick to death of seeing Kurt Cobain on the cover of every friggin' magazine. He's dead, legend, whatev. Let us leave him be. Auto was boring and filled with stupidity as usual. Katharine is the only person I have respect for in that class....maybe Andrew though. Last period was the best. Instead of going into caf with Frank as usual, I went uptown with Mike and never came back. We discussed everything from the past months, and its a lot better doing it in person. You can never get the great emotions of real life in a messengering system. It sounds like his dog was mighty sick, but she sounds a lot better now. After many a popsicle and crazy men, we both departed and I called my dad for a ride home. My knee is still odd after I wrecked it at work. I still don't know what I did to it. Dinner was ok, and since then I've been playing the guitar. Mostly the song "The Emerald Law" by Probot. I love this song so much now. I would really like to hear more by Probot. The singer from that song (please forgive me Mike I forget) sounds so much like a more serious sounding Jack Black. Fun Song Indeed. Mike, if you read this, I found lots of tabs for Probot. Message me if you want them.
English was boring as usual, but writers craft was fun because we got our journals back. I got a 75 and Mannello likes Pink Floyd. I found that out because he read into all of my Pink Floyd references in one of my poems. Me and Eric waited anxiously for Mike to arrive at the door, but we had to go to the library to post some of our poems. As usual, I began to sweat profusely in the library, and I sweartogod I'm the only one who sweats this much. Lunch was boring for the first little bit, but then Me, Eric, and Mike went uptown. We got some pizza at Pizza Canada, and discussed why the Iraqis got the boot from the store. We then proceeded to outside Strings where Mike acted as a wind guard as he got pelted in the face with dust. The winds were out of this friggin' world today. It started to rain, but stopped no more than a few minutes earlier. I can't believe we haven't had a tornado today. Anyways, we went into Strings and Mike picked up some stings, and I bought an A string for Darren's Squire. Mike wanted to get a slide, but unfortunately, they had none left. Oh well, next time. Eric lightly booed the group of people who shall remain nameless who were across the street. I still think that one of them hates me. We went up and over to the Shoppers Drugmart and me and Mike picked up some magazines. I'm sick to death of seeing Kurt Cobain on the cover of every friggin' magazine. He's dead, legend, whatev. Let us leave him be. Auto was boring and filled with stupidity as usual. Katharine is the only person I have respect for in that class....maybe Andrew though. Last period was the best. Instead of going into caf with Frank as usual, I went uptown with Mike and never came back. We discussed everything from the past months, and its a lot better doing it in person. You can never get the great emotions of real life in a messengering system. It sounds like his dog was mighty sick, but she sounds a lot better now. After many a popsicle and crazy men, we both departed and I called my dad for a ride home. My knee is still odd after I wrecked it at work. I still don't know what I did to it. Dinner was ok, and since then I've been playing the guitar. Mostly the song "The Emerald Law" by Probot. I love this song so much now. I would really like to hear more by Probot. The singer from that song (please forgive me Mike I forget) sounds so much like a more serious sounding Jack Black. Fun Song Indeed. Mike, if you read this, I found lots of tabs for Probot. Message me if you want them.