Wednesday, February 8, 2006

I LIVE! I LIVE!
I'm alive. So, are you guys ready for a pretty long summary of my life at this moment? Of course you aren't.

In literature, we're reading Romeo and Juliet (as you may know) and we're doing this choices thing, where you change one of the character's choices so that it affects the entire play. I made it so that everybody dies, and Juliet (before dying of a drug-induced coma, she sniffed herion to much) becames a prostitute, then goes through a sex change, changes her name to Gailord Foker(pronounced Gay Lord Focker) and marries the nurse. And then a lot of people get blowed up with a bomb. And you know what, I turned it in. And got a really good grade on it. I'm so wonderful. And I bunch of other shit happened too. But I don't remember. Those are the parts that really stood out to me. Bombs and weird shit. Go me.

I get to miss 4 of my 8 classes. And I didn't even do anything. All of the 7th graders at my school are doing this archelogical dig, where they take pots and smash then into the ground bury them, and then dig them up again. The art club made the pots. I was in Art Club for one week, and painted half a pot, and I get to help the seventh graders. Oh, how I'm happy! HEHEHE! I DID NOTHING! WEEEE! I love the school system.

My Chemical Romance's Life On The Murder Scene is coming out on March 21st. I'm getting it, even if I have to break into the store, steal it, and bite millions of filthy people to get it.

I had so much more to say, and then I prompty forgot it all as I sat down to write this.

We got to watch a dog sniff stuff. As part of a school asignment or whatever, a bomb dog came to our school as part of a demonstration, and then they buried dead bomb into the ground, and had the dog sniffed it out, while they were telling us about all the countries that had millions of land mines buried in the story. Me and my friends kept making explosion noises at random times. It was so funny.

Oh, and that reminds me. Our school thinks that we, the class of 2010, are the worst class to pass through the doors, and that a good majority of us aren't ready for high school. They had an assembly about it, that seriously lasted about an hour, and that we should take our work more seriously. Then they let us go home. I went home, took a nap, blew off my homework, ate ice cream, wasted more of my youth on the computer, and then went to bed. See how much we care? Lol.

I need more friends on myspace. I swear. It's getting kinda ridiculous, how few I have. So, if anybody wants a new friend, simply click right here and you can view my profile and deem myself appropriate to be your friend. I think that's my problem. I actually look at the profiles, and I actually deny the people I don't like to be my friend. That's why I have no friends. Oh well.

I think our science teacher is going to be fired. She cussed out a student. I mean, if we cussed out a teacher, we'd be put in OSS (out of school suspension) so fast it's not even funny. And besides, she hasn't been here all week, and she won't be here for the rest of the week. She said so. I normally wouldn't care, but she's my homeroom teacher: it kinda effects me a bit.

I....have been neglecting my writing. I'm SORRY! The lack of support really does shit to my brain, and doesn't encourage me to write. In fact, it does the opposite, and I don't want to write. So send in those comments, even if they are flames.
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