not much to write about today. cuz i really sisn't do anything. i should be doing homework about right now, but i don't wanna. *sighs* i really should though. mr. treworgy says i'll most likely get into advanced geometry next year, and i'll never survive with my stupid procrastinating ways. it really sucks how irresponsible i am. sometimes on rare occasions i can be dependable, but most of the time i can't. so why do all the teachers like me? i know for a fact that all of the 8 green teachers know about my writing 'skills', because each and every one of them have come up to me and told me so. even the advisory teachers. it's so ******** annoying. HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO????????????????? i don't WANT people to know i like to write. can't you , like, see that the way i glare at you whenever you tell me i'm so famous among the teachers?????? do you all get that? (in case you haven't noticed, i'm having a conversation with them.) GRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just leave me alone!!!!!! i want to blend in and make it through high school smoothly! how the hell am i supposed to do that if every teacher knows about me!??!?!?!!
and guess what else: a first grader in my mom's class (ya know, she's a teacher) is the son of (one?) of the 9th grade english classes. does life just want to screw me? if mrs. bowman just happens to talk to that dude, he might recognize my name, and bring it up with my mom. and even though i kind of like her, she'll probably start bragging or something about me.
yes. i've decided. life is definately trying to screw me.
so, since the dent in the fridge was kind of noticable, we put a magnet over it, to cover it up and to also create a little bit of a cushion or somethin.
o, another thing. jenny's trying valiently to create a gaia account, though for some reason it won't work. but if it does, on no account will ANY of you put her on your friend's list, right? she's sneaky.................... i think she's trying to get a screenname that has to do either with hockey or kitties, so don't let ya guard down. rolleyes
k. that's it. i can't remember anything else. bu bye! xd
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