So I'm not sure if I have mentioned it, but we finally got our new van, which means I get to drive once again. Now I will be the first to admit that my old van had problems, like turning itself off while you are at a stoplight in the middle of traffic hour, there was no radio (somebody stole it), you couldn't roll the windows down all the way, there was no air conditioning, and the back door didn't open. But my new van tops even all of that, I have no air conditioning OR heat, the little bit of heat I do have can only be used in extream cases of FROZEN WINDSHEILD, and it still dosn't help, I can't let it idle too much, because it gets overheated. I can't roll the drivers side window down (its a hand crank window) without effort, and I can't get it down more than half way, the drivers side door dosn't close, we finally got it to close, but now we can't open it, its 5 feet longer than my old van, which sucks going around right hand turns, the headlights go out about once a week, and need to be replaced, the water has to be changed every 3 days, the oil every 3 months, if your lucky. But its a car, right?
Well enough about that, lets see if I can come up with anything interesting that has happened over the last couple of days. Well, I got yelled at about my pants. I'm one of those people who like to wear ripped up jeans, and I only have one pair of jeans that are ripped up, so they are just really ripped. I have worn these jeans at least twice a week since the school year started. And just this monday Mr. Bogard stopped me in the hallway and tell's me that the rip is too high on my thigh, and that there has to be 5 inches between the top of the rip and the waist of my paints, I measured, its 6 and a half inches. He told me he didn't care, and that I was to pin them up or go home. So I made it flashy, with 6 pins closing it up, left them in for about 2 or 3 classes, then took them out. He didn't say anything about it every other time he saw me that day. I'm wearing the jeans again tomorrow, and I'm wearing blue plad boxers under them. :D
We had an Acholics' Anonymous meeting in Teens Today. Mrs. Walbridge left Brad and I in charge of the class, and we got everybody to participate. We had pill poppers, acholics, sex addicts, people addicted to crystal meth, and Colton was addicted to viagra. Then we split up into our groups, and cooked. My group made a cheese cake. It looked delicious. I wanted to eat it all up.
Today we did a very interesting (fun?) activity in College English. Mr. Polson had us write down all the mean or hurtful names that we have been called in the past. The top of my list was things my parents had said to me, because we all know it hurts more comming from your parents. After that, we wrote down all the things we had said about, or to, another person. There was some pretty interesting things on my list. It really got me thinking about how often I say things to other people. And it didn't help that Kyle, who was sitting right next to me, had NOTHING on his paper. He really is a nice guy, and I can really believe that he has never said something hurtful about somebody, or about him. He dosn't talk much, so thats a plus for him. Right after class Alan pushed me in the hallway, and I called him a mother fucking basterd, and then I laughed, because, well, I thought it was funny.
As always nothing interesting happened in Mrs. Cleavinger's class. We answered questions, did some labs, got into new groups, and did more labs. By the end of class we were all starving, and had to pee. Thanks Dr. C, for having the most boring class ON THE PLANET!
Then came lunch, were all the gossip happens, Miranda was annoyed by AJ, AJ and Malissa are dating (again... last time they were "dating" AJ ended up prego, by some DUDE! So much for being lesbian.), Malissa was annoyed with Nichole, Ashlee was being mean to Jessica, Jessica was making faces at Nichole behind her back, Nichole was making faces at Taylor behind HER back, and I was right in the middle of it. We all sit at the same table, and that might just be a mistake.
Advanced Lit was interesting, as usual, boring as hell, but interesting all the same. Mr. Polson was angry that somebody had stolen his Beef Sticks, and had EATEN them and left the package for him to find, the basterds! My ice pack was stuck in the freezer (it wouldn't have been if Mr. Polson hadn't stolen it 2 weeks ago.), and Mr. Polson had to use a screw driver and the DOME CRACKER(!) as a chissle to extract it. There was ice everywhere. When he finally got it out he had such a look of satisfaction on his face Lenzi took a picture of it. Nichole got hit in the eye by Tyler, then ran into the door because she couldn't see. Lenzi was searching for money, Mr. Polson wouldn't let her go find some, then he gave her a doller, because he is just that cool (sometimes). After a while, I tried to read (the best book ever! according to Mr. Polson), but its really boring right now, maybe it will get better... hopefully.
We had an Art Club meeting today, to elect officials. I got treasurer. For some reason I always get treasurer, when ever I volenteer to be a leader in a project. In the 5th and 6th grades we had this fake city thing we always did, and I was always the treasurer, we would make extra sheets of the "money" and sell it for homework answers. Then we all had to come up with something to sell. Me and Courtney decided to make stress balls out of flour and balloons. We sold them for $3 a piece, and for an extra doller we would poke a hole in it so that it would explode when you threw it at somebody. We made more money than everybody else. We were devious, and I still am! :D
Well thats about all.
HARRY POTTER FOR PRESIDENT!
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