Tuesday, January 15, 2008

   Frickin crap frick
OMFG I AM GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE!!!!!!!!!

Not really but that's the way I feel.

Ah frickin crap frick!

Sorry, I am just DONE with jerky project partners who make you do all the work but then tell everyone that no THEY did it.

Life's peachy, ain't it?

Sorry about that I was having an emotional meltdown. I promise it's over, lol.

Sigh.

I hope you all are wiser with your partner selections.

MLR
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Monday, January 14, 2008

   gymsuit...earmuffs...what else did I forget?
ello.

Luckily I did not have another insanely weird dream about old people on buses again.

I forgot my gymsuit this morning, so I had to borrow my friends, but that was a size too small so I ended up wearing her shorts but then renting a shirt.

It was also FREEZING here this morning(I live about an hour north of Chicago)
I wonder why my mom didn't tell me to wear my earmuffs. They would've come in handy. Unfortunately ipod earphones don't keep you warm, they just make you deaf!

Basically that's it. Although I had a math quiz today and I think I may have passed it! IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!
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Sunday, January 13, 2008

   A bus full of old people
Hello.

I did not step on my glasses this morning! Woo-hoo!

Yesterday we had people over and some of us were just in my room watching this ipod light show thing I have. It made me dizzy.

I successfully managed to read absolutely nothing out of my biography yesterday. I'm so productive.

There is nothing going on today either. Myt dad has disappeared but I figure he's doing a sidejob or something.

I had a dream that I was going off to college in England, but I was at my old house, and one of those double-decker buses came to pick me up, and inside it was couches and chairs instead of seats, and it was filled with old people. And then I didn't pack any underwear and my mom gave me this big brown bag filled with frozen pizzas.

I have some of the strangest dreams.

MLR
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Saturday, January 12, 2008

A bad sign
hello.

I woke up this morning and stepped on my glasses. I'm taking it as a bad sign.

Oh well, I'm staying home today anyways. I have to read a biography for school and I am not particularly looking forward to it.

Thankyou, English Muffin, for advertizing my existance on myO. But no Rachel babies. Sorry!

Anyways, there is absolutely nothing going on today which is fine with me. I like sitting around and doing nothing alittle too much for my own good.

MLR
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Thursday, January 10, 2008

   Exponential mold graph
ello.

Listening to: The Church Channel by Say Aything

I have been signed yet another project. Just what I need. I already have to record the growth of mold and make it into an exponential graph and funtion, and I have to read a 424 page bioghraphy on Judy Garland by next month.
Now I have to demonstrate how to do something. I can't do anything! Everyone else knows how to read, so what am I supposed to do?
I have decided on knitting. I know how to do it and it will prove that it's not only grandmas who knit!

There's basically nothing else going on besides the fact that I am going to explode from stress any day now.

-MLR
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

   Post numero uno
Well, hello. This is my first post under this account.Woo-hoo!

Listening to: In Defense of the Genre by Say Anything

Basically, this is going to be more journal-ly just because that's the way I am.

Today we did the high jump in gym, and of course I'm the first one to get out. But, hey, I saved myself from possible injury, so I really could care less.

I was also just informed that I have to wait till I'm eighteen to drive. What the FRICK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

That is so unfair!

I am also screwed because we had to grow mold for math class and I didn't record the growth because my mold grew to much and covered all of the graph paper, so how am I supposed to count the squares?

Whatever. Anyways, I should go do my homework. I'll probably end up playing solitaire on my ipod.
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