2003-09-10 - 10:51 p.m.
Every day for me is an adventure. Another chance to do something dumb, something new, something exciting. Something that annoys people. I am an oppurtunist. I look for oppurtunities to make weird noises, do cartwheels, and break chairs. I love it. What I did not realize is that I do not really have good friends right now, until I saw the other side of the fence. Yeah.
I was in a study hall today, sitting with 3 girls from my grade, and they saw my notebook I write in. I had all these designs I make on my computer, and all my poetry and song lyrics, and they were impressed! They said I was talented and awesome! I felt so neat and realized that THESE are the kinds of people I want to be friends with. So of course, I'm being accused of only wanting to be popular by my supposed best friend, just because I enjoy being complimented and given space, rather than being pressured and put down. Wow, my bad.
Now, onto the usual banter.
So today this chair broke in study hall, and there we all are, in skirts, trying to fix the stupid thing, and finally, like 12 of us got it to open up....quote of the day..."how many idiots does it take to open a folding chair?" the answer: well, we're still trying to collect the names of everyone who either kicked it, pulled it, pushed it, or tried to open it using their psychic spoon-bending kind of powers. Oh, and that one kid threw a dictionary at it...anyway, we'll get back to you on that number.
Oh, by the way, if you happen to get your finger stuck in a door, do not scream or go EEEEE, because if you are usually behaving this way people will ignore you, and your finger will stay trapped 5x longer than if you had said, "my finger is stuck" but even then, they might think you're kidding. life is kind of setting you up for failure if you're like me. It's tragic.
Today we read about something having to do with roosters. Yeah, there's no point to this part, it was just weird.
Um...yeah. Today I skipped out on pretty muhc the 2nd half of the day to go hang up posters for the soccer game. It was fun. I took off my shoes and was like dancing on the field in my skirt, it felt nice...until all the jr. high boys came out for gym, so we made fun of them, and i doscovered that I can play soccer better than they can in a skirt, with bare feet, and without touching a ball for 2 years better than any of them. It's miraculous.
Goodnight diaryland, I have said all there is to say, sorry it's a bit dry again. Try not to throw your protracter at your Geometry teacher and then proceed to deny it was you, they WILL find out and then you will be looked at funny for a good few periods...also, be sure not to get green sharpie all over your hands to avoid weird jokes from teachers that you don't get but laugh at anyway and then have dawn on you 12 minutes later, it just makes you feel dumb and you'll end up with marker on your faces too b/c you'll be itchy and or something and then suddenly, poof! marker on the face, instant dork. "uhh...I have a green beauty spot, okay??? MY MOM SAYS IT'S UNIQUE AND BEAUTIFUL!!!! YOU ALL SUCK! I WANT TO DIE!" Then you get your purple handled scissors taken away...yeah. Oh, and also, when operating said high school heavy machinery (aka scissors and hole punchers) keep them away from people's hair. even if it's curly and it's tempting to just take a piece, don't do it. They don't like it very much. But then you have their hair, so you can vodoo them if they're mean to you. Anyway, yeah. bye.
