Yaiye!
Yesterday and today were and are painful!
As will be the next week or so.
My enter key's working again, though.
Anyway. Tomorrow's a B-Day. Didn't do my history homework; I never do. But if I can get it done before history class, I can make Doney not sigh. Which would be decently cool. That'd be something worth working for, I guess...
On the other hand, my work ethic was horribly crushed the one day he lacked the sympathy to let me leave the classroom for a minute to get myself a drink. I was only hacking up a lung...
Um. Hmm. I should also write the fucking story for Journalism. But... Hmm. Burnsworth said the no-no word. The "P" word. I don't want my words published. I haven't even interviewed the dude I'm supposed to. Hell. I can't remember his name, either...
Well. Got out of school early today, I hurt so much. Came home, curled up, and died. Woke up... Ate.
Apparently, David prepared chicken and brought it over for us to cook. *Bzzt.* ...um. It was good chicken. He didn't stay, though.
He and his dad are supposed to come over Friday... Erm.
Tomorrow... Again... **Yay. Topic-jumping.** ...I should, I guess, try and write the critical analysis of "The Scarlet Letter" before fourth block. **Squints.** I can't remember the criteria that's required for the paper and blah... And I really don't give a flyyyyyying fuck about the book...
Though, I'll tell you... Abhorsen was a great book. Mogget and the Dog were the best. I wish I had a Dog...
Now that I'm finally finished with that series... I'll start on zee book that Kah'it sent me.
Kah'it's got beautiful handwriting.
Yeah.
Anyway.
Again.
Not too much to be excited about tomorrow. I have to see my mom's psychiatrist. Jea said she'd write me a script... Heh. I was thinking about shit I could tell this man... But, after thinking about the things I wanted to say, I concluded that they weren't any good to speak on the behalf of my mental and emotional-well-being. Because people who're out to analyze you are so close-minded...
So. The moon is really, really bright tonight. It was really, really bright last night, too. I'm almost compelled to do my lunar-monthly attempt to describe it in as dramatic a manner as I can. 'Cept... I'm not feeling creativey anymore. Which irritates me. I'd like to draw, or write--heeeeeelloooooo? **Pokes 'Cloud.**
We have a new assistant principal dude. He's been on the job for three days, and, already, people are plotting his demise. He's loud, he's an ass-hole, and he's focusing on the things that matter--HATS AND CD-PLAYERS! Good fucking gawd, we could weed out all the bad kids in the school if we gave admninistrative detention to all those fucking hat-wearing and CD-player-toting dipshits, eh?
Right.
And we've got the extra five minutes to each class bullshit going on. Heeeeeeeeeell, yes. We're being so much more productive with those five extra minutes!
And the schedule for the exams... Uh. They fucked with that, too.
I'm supposed to be writing a Journalistic story about that shit. Yeah. Kinda hard when I have to be objective.
I wonder what they'll publish if I don't write that story...? **...wonders...**
I hope it snows...today. Like, later today. Before tomorrow. So we don't have to bother with tomorrow.
I also hope Jennings, Elliott, and the new assistant principal all die in a car-crash while having a raunchy three-way.
Nnhnn.
I'm feeling mindless.
The moon was pretty, though.
Some people are very nice, too.
Most of them just aren't here right now.
As will be the next week or so.
My enter key's working again, though.
Anyway. Tomorrow's a B-Day. Didn't do my history homework; I never do. But if I can get it done before history class, I can make Doney not sigh. Which would be decently cool. That'd be something worth working for, I guess...
On the other hand, my work ethic was horribly crushed the one day he lacked the sympathy to let me leave the classroom for a minute to get myself a drink. I was only hacking up a lung...
Um. Hmm. I should also write the fucking story for Journalism. But... Hmm. Burnsworth said the no-no word. The "P" word. I don't want my words published. I haven't even interviewed the dude I'm supposed to. Hell. I can't remember his name, either...
Well. Got out of school early today, I hurt so much. Came home, curled up, and died. Woke up... Ate.
Apparently, David prepared chicken and brought it over for us to cook. *Bzzt.* ...um. It was good chicken. He didn't stay, though.
He and his dad are supposed to come over Friday... Erm.
Tomorrow... Again... **Yay. Topic-jumping.** ...I should, I guess, try and write the critical analysis of "The Scarlet Letter" before fourth block. **Squints.** I can't remember the criteria that's required for the paper and blah... And I really don't give a flyyyyyying fuck about the book...
Though, I'll tell you... Abhorsen was a great book. Mogget and the Dog were the best. I wish I had a Dog...
Now that I'm finally finished with that series... I'll start on zee book that Kah'it sent me.
Kah'it's got beautiful handwriting.
Yeah.
Anyway.
Again.
Not too much to be excited about tomorrow. I have to see my mom's psychiatrist. Jea said she'd write me a script... Heh. I was thinking about shit I could tell this man... But, after thinking about the things I wanted to say, I concluded that they weren't any good to speak on the behalf of my mental and emotional-well-being. Because people who're out to analyze you are so close-minded...
So. The moon is really, really bright tonight. It was really, really bright last night, too. I'm almost compelled to do my lunar-monthly attempt to describe it in as dramatic a manner as I can. 'Cept... I'm not feeling creativey anymore. Which irritates me. I'd like to draw, or write--heeeeeelloooooo? **Pokes 'Cloud.**
We have a new assistant principal dude. He's been on the job for three days, and, already, people are plotting his demise. He's loud, he's an ass-hole, and he's focusing on the things that matter--HATS AND CD-PLAYERS! Good fucking gawd, we could weed out all the bad kids in the school if we gave admninistrative detention to all those fucking hat-wearing and CD-player-toting dipshits, eh?
Right.
And we've got the extra five minutes to each class bullshit going on. Heeeeeeeeeell, yes. We're being so much more productive with those five extra minutes!
And the schedule for the exams... Uh. They fucked with that, too.
I'm supposed to be writing a Journalistic story about that shit. Yeah. Kinda hard when I have to be objective.
I wonder what they'll publish if I don't write that story...? **...wonders...**
I hope it snows...today. Like, later today. Before tomorrow. So we don't have to bother with tomorrow.
I also hope Jennings, Elliott, and the new assistant principal all die in a car-crash while having a raunchy three-way.
Nnhnn.
I'm feeling mindless.
The moon was pretty, though.
Some people are very nice, too.
Most of them just aren't here right now.