"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
It's been freezing these past few days and it's taken a toll upon my nose. Hilarious. @@ I hate cold weather. I dry out easily, especially my arms. I don't have any hair on my arms whatsoever, so it's usually smooth, but when winter comes, I get dry patches if I don't put lotion on them regularly. California colds suck.
I'm going to attend Mrs. Kirkwood's memorial service. It's really hard not to cry whenever I read something about her death or suddenly remember something that reminds me of her. Mom gave me the local newspaper with the article about her death and I burst into tears when I they mentioned the skeleton with the In&Out paper hat on its head to describe the evils of fast food. God, I loved her classroom and her.
(I have the most unsympathetic older sister in the world. I cry just a day or two after she's gone and she tells me to get over it. I want to sock her in the gut for that. Curse my little brother for not understanding either. He made me cry too.)
So anyways, Geometry still sucks, and I need a copy of Great Expectations for English. We're doing a hip hop routine in dance class. It's really fast and I barely remember the moves, but I'm doing my best. Ylan says my teacher Ms. Friese sounds like a drill sergeant, which isn't too far from the truth. She does yell out the counts a lot, o.o
I need to write more... I just joined the oc_speedfics and I got several original stories and characters in mind. I have no life. 8D
I'm going to attend Mrs. Kirkwood's memorial service. It's really hard not to cry whenever I read something about her death or suddenly remember something that reminds me of her. Mom gave me the local newspaper with the article about her death and I burst into tears when I they mentioned the skeleton with the In&Out paper hat on its head to describe the evils of fast food. God, I loved her classroom and her.
(I have the most unsympathetic older sister in the world. I cry just a day or two after she's gone and she tells me to get over it. I want to sock her in the gut for that. Curse my little brother for not understanding either. He made me cry too.)
So anyways, Geometry still sucks, and I need a copy of Great Expectations for English. We're doing a hip hop routine in dance class. It's really fast and I barely remember the moves, but I'm doing my best. Ylan says my teacher Ms. Friese sounds like a drill sergeant, which isn't too far from the truth. She does yell out the counts a lot, o.o
I need to write more... I just joined the oc_speedfics and I got several original stories and characters in mind. I have no life. 8D