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Dear Friend,
____ I'm reading a new book that's written in letters. I felt that maybe if I wrote in letter form, I would have an easier time at writing down my life. I'm tired of people bothering me to update, and I'm tired of not updating. I got into this mind set that I should only post poetry and meaninful posts on these things, but why not post everything that happenes in my life, so that I can look back and remember. I don't really care about having this for other people anymore, and giving something they would enjoy. I've decided that I'm going to try to make this mine. Today was a good day. I woke up late and had a sore throat. I drank a lot of fluid to see if maybe it would help, but I just got tired of drinking and went to the bathroom to wash my hair in the sink. I got to school and everything was ordinary. In my webdesign class, I'm suppose to be making a web site for the baseball team, but baseball doesn't interest me. Instead I went online and I wrote. I bought a bagel at break. It was mostly cream cheese, and it wasn't heated. I wanted another one. In physics we had to give these presentations. I had this power point slide set up that I worked a long time on. When it was our turn to present, my teachers computer wasn't the same as the day before, and i couldn't get into the student files where I saved it. I had to download a program and download it off my email. My teacher looked angry. I tried talking to Crystal during break, but as time goes on I feel that she is less and less interested in talking to me. Her mouth doesn't move to her words. In my next class I took my final which I got a 44 out of 40 on. I read for the rest of that period. My teacher seemed proud of me. Lunch was boring. I tried to get onto the computers to play games with my friend Jon, but the person in charge didn't want us playing games. We played anyways, but only for a little bit. After that I decided I should work on the Baseball site, seeing as it was my final and it was due the next day. I worked on it for about 40 minutes and I ended up doing nothing to it. My last class was my English final. My teacher, Mr. Dimmitt, is probably my favorite teacher out of them all. He's hilarious. I can't stop laughing at most the comments he makes. He's really nice to me because I share my poetry with him. He aslways tells me to keep up my good work and never stop writing. He doesn't pay much attention to me during class, but I feel that we have an understanding. Today he gave us about 60% of the answers on our final. I finished really quick and started reading. We got out half an hour early because we needed to clean our lockers. I wasn't done reading, but he said, "Pack it up Jacob." I've never heard him call me Jacob before. I found a lot of old things in my locker that I was looking for. Mr. Dimmitt, or Randy, came by wearing a wig. I don't know where he got it from. I got home and talked to my ex, Vanessa, about her ex and was wondering why he wanted to make peace with me. My throat was still hurting. Corey called me, which made me happy. She was going to the mall to get my graduation present. I want to get her a graduation present. I already know what I want to get her, and how much it costs, but i don't have any money. I will find some money. She bought all my gifts for graduation and I've never been so curious as to what pesents I'm getting. I guess this is because it's the first time I didn't ask for anything, so I don't know what to expect. usually I'm really good at guessing what I got, I guess what my mom get's me every Christmas. This annoys her. I've been guessing all of Corey's suprises for me. This annoys her. I have a speacial suprise for her at prom, I just hope that it is able to be done. I really hope I can do it. I can already imagine her face. I can't wait. Tomorrow is friday and that's year book day. We get our yearbooks and then we have a picnic which involves inflatable slides, my friends band "shell", and other activities. I also get my tux tomorrow and I'm excited about that. I'm anxious to see what is going to happen this following week. I have to take care of a few things soon. I hope I don't forget. I hope tomorrow is a good day. It's 11:30. My throat hurts.
Love Always,
Jake
____ I'm reading a new book that's written in letters. I felt that maybe if I wrote in letter form, I would have an easier time at writing down my life. I'm tired of people bothering me to update, and I'm tired of not updating. I got into this mind set that I should only post poetry and meaninful posts on these things, but why not post everything that happenes in my life, so that I can look back and remember. I don't really care about having this for other people anymore, and giving something they would enjoy. I've decided that I'm going to try to make this mine. Today was a good day. I woke up late and had a sore throat. I drank a lot of fluid to see if maybe it would help, but I just got tired of drinking and went to the bathroom to wash my hair in the sink. I got to school and everything was ordinary. In my webdesign class, I'm suppose to be making a web site for the baseball team, but baseball doesn't interest me. Instead I went online and I wrote. I bought a bagel at break. It was mostly cream cheese, and it wasn't heated. I wanted another one. In physics we had to give these presentations. I had this power point slide set up that I worked a long time on. When it was our turn to present, my teachers computer wasn't the same as the day before, and i couldn't get into the student files where I saved it. I had to download a program and download it off my email. My teacher looked angry. I tried talking to Crystal during break, but as time goes on I feel that she is less and less interested in talking to me. Her mouth doesn't move to her words. In my next class I took my final which I got a 44 out of 40 on. I read for the rest of that period. My teacher seemed proud of me. Lunch was boring. I tried to get onto the computers to play games with my friend Jon, but the person in charge didn't want us playing games. We played anyways, but only for a little bit. After that I decided I should work on the Baseball site, seeing as it was my final and it was due the next day. I worked on it for about 40 minutes and I ended up doing nothing to it. My last class was my English final. My teacher, Mr. Dimmitt, is probably my favorite teacher out of them all. He's hilarious. I can't stop laughing at most the comments he makes. He's really nice to me because I share my poetry with him. He aslways tells me to keep up my good work and never stop writing. He doesn't pay much attention to me during class, but I feel that we have an understanding. Today he gave us about 60% of the answers on our final. I finished really quick and started reading. We got out half an hour early because we needed to clean our lockers. I wasn't done reading, but he said, "Pack it up Jacob." I've never heard him call me Jacob before. I found a lot of old things in my locker that I was looking for. Mr. Dimmitt, or Randy, came by wearing a wig. I don't know where he got it from. I got home and talked to my ex, Vanessa, about her ex and was wondering why he wanted to make peace with me. My throat was still hurting. Corey called me, which made me happy. She was going to the mall to get my graduation present. I want to get her a graduation present. I already know what I want to get her, and how much it costs, but i don't have any money. I will find some money. She bought all my gifts for graduation and I've never been so curious as to what pesents I'm getting. I guess this is because it's the first time I didn't ask for anything, so I don't know what to expect. usually I'm really good at guessing what I got, I guess what my mom get's me every Christmas. This annoys her. I've been guessing all of Corey's suprises for me. This annoys her. I have a speacial suprise for her at prom, I just hope that it is able to be done. I really hope I can do it. I can already imagine her face. I can't wait. Tomorrow is friday and that's year book day. We get our yearbooks and then we have a picnic which involves inflatable slides, my friends band "shell", and other activities. I also get my tux tomorrow and I'm excited about that. I'm anxious to see what is going to happen this following week. I have to take care of a few things soon. I hope I don't forget. I hope tomorrow is a good day. It's 11:30. My throat hurts.
Love Always,
Jake