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Post: Picture Day. Writing. Catholic School. Church. Volunteer Hours. Lecturing Geography Teachers. Computer Hackers. Nerdy boys that I may or may not have a bizarre interest in. Latin. Books. Music. Paper Cuts. And More Things I have to face every day of my life.

I’ll start with the picture day fiasco. It’s on Wednesday. And I have absolutely no idea about what I’m going to wear. Or How I’m going to do my hair. In plain terms, I am positively dreading Picture Day. It’s my first school picture at O.V. and I cannot look like an obese platypus that has a huge overbite, horrid hair, and red spots all over its face. I was thinking my Aero T-Shirt but I think it sticks to close to my skin. I have a gray shirt that says “Music Makes the World Go ‘Round” but I don’t want to wear gray in a school picture that comes in color. It doesn’t matter what kind of bottoms I wear because I don’t think you could see my skinny’s in a head shot, unless I hitch them up to my rib cage but that wood look very err… what’s the right word??? 80’s Geek. That fits right.  

Writing. It’s an outlet for your soul. This isn’t exactly a good thing because I don’t want my soul to be full of worrying about pointless things that probably won’t matter to me when I’m about 25 years old. Anyhow, I’m supposed to be writing a story (blah. Stupid Fairy Tale Sounding word) for my L.A. class about an amazing race. Easy Peasey, Right? Wrong. He makes us plan out every single little Detail and it makes me sick. If you have to plan to write, then how can it be straight from your imagination? How can it be REAL and STRAIGHT FROM THE SOUL if you have to use a web to put everything down before you dive headfirst into your tale? Whatever. I am NOT doing his planning thing, that’s for sure. I’ll just write it after I finish this.

Now Catholic School.

It sounds like a form of torture to you, doesn’t it? Amazingly enough, it’s not like that for me. I actually like the idea of going to private school and wearing uniforms and taking foreign language classes like Latin (that’s the best one because almost everyone in this god-for-saken state. I hope I can go there. It’s better than Newberry’s schools and we don’t have to take the damn FCAT.

Braces.

Something that sounds dreadful but I can’t wait to get them. Because then I won’t have this over bite and I’ll have beautiful shining teeth that will make you go blind when you see how shiny they are( Okay, maybe I don’t want them to be that shiny but you get what I’m saying right? My mouth will be a whole different mouth after I get those braces.

Church (Need I say more?)

Boring. Dreary. Mind-numbing. Monotonous. Dull.  And I will have to go tomorrow. For one hour of my life. That I will never get back. I’ll probably be the quiet kid in the back who’s read the bible front to back 20 times (No I have not done this but maybe the teacher will stay away from me if I say I have??).

Moving on, Volunteer Hours.

I am seriously considering this. It will get me out of the house and let people know what pleasant community-involved person I am (Or am going to be. You choose).

Geography Teachers Who Lecture Life Lessons to You.

Boy, doesn’t that sound like the best teacher ever? Not. The only good part about this is that Jenna and Anna sit near me and we have silent conversations whilst he rambles on about studying and learning from mistakes, blah, blah, blah. And behind Mr.J’s back, like when he’s out of the room, everyone starts talking and its kinda funny because the minute  Mr. J comes in the room the whole class shuts-up. But his class is mostly a snooze-fest.

Computer Hackers. Let me tell you 2 things: My L.A. teacher is one. And so is the kid down the street.

Mr. Nitti is really funny though. He’s got long curly hair that he ties in a low pony-tail and it looks really funny. Especially because he makes sarcastic remarks like we do. So it’s really amusing when Al and Riedel make smart ass comments to him because he always comes back with something even more hilarious than what they said.

The computer hacker down the street falls into this category:

Nerdy boys that I may or may not have a bizarre interest in.  This is very scary indeed. Because my sister and her friends think he’s weird. But I don’t know I can talk to him about stuff that I find interesting but none of my friends know I find interesting. But I don’t think he likes me. I sit by him in 4th period and at lunch. And whenever he looks at me, it’s always out of the corner of his eye. And he barely looks at me when I’m talking to him. So maybe he thinks I’m ugly or something? Wouldn’t that be just dandy that even the nerd thinks I’m repulsive. Oh well, nothings going to happen with him anyways.

Mmm… Latin. I want to be able to speak it. Maybe I will. Someday. When I’m out of this city. County.State.Country. Continent.

Books.

I love them. No need to call me a bookworm. Because I don’t think I am. But maybe I’m in Denial. Oh well.

Music.

I adore it. All kinds except: Country and Rap. I love Screamo. And Metal. And Rock. And Mellow. And Alternative. And Electric (Brokencyde.J).

Paper Cuts.

I hate them. So that’s what I’m going to name the book I’m going to write someday. Except it’ll be one word like this: PAPERCUTS. I don’t’ care if spell check says it’s spelt wrong. Screw Spell Check.

I’m not sure what I meant with the last part of the title. Maybe it was along the lines of my puppy charging into my room. Or the strange way this guy looks at me.  Or the fact that people think that some of the first friends I’ve made this year are lezzies. I hope they’re not. Not that I’m against lesbianism but its just… kinda err.. Creepy. Or Maybe I was talking about my sister who wishes everything horrible would maul me in my sleep. *Sigh* Maybe Someone Will read this.

Byez.

Courtney.

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  1. diyanah Says:
    October 19th, 2008 at 2:09 pm

    still reading. you keep on going(:

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