I didn't actually walk to or from school today. Rachelle's dad drove us there and my dad picked me up after photography. (The new roll was a disaster. The only one that really came out was Dad's Boolean Axe.) And as some will discover tomorrow, there's a locker outside 209 with no fewer than twelve locks attached to the handle. I wanna do that too. Alanna saved me in French class, which was not only helpful but surprising. I didn't even know people still read this, and here she is knowing more about me than I do.
We began the day with math (hence the title. That and other reasons, if I can think of them). That was dull. French was dull, History was dull, Science was dull. Come to think of it, Day Four is horrible. I had to leave the Clan again today at lunch to go develop the awful roll of pictures, and my packback smells of apples. Certain issues are getting on my nerves, and making me think, which whoever reads this knows to be a very dangerous thing.
Wow. It really looks like I had a horrible day. It didn't feel that way at the time, but now I'm depressed. Sigh. Allow me to go perform some music therapy and pull pictures off the walls.
OLT: Can your voices just crack and be done with it already? I mean, come on!
Strangeness manifests most clearly to a friend.
1 comment:
Yay! Im a popular subject:)
And of course when Anne thinks too much her head starts to shake and one of these days it's gonna explode and I don't wanna get any on me....
:)
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