j o u r n a l
tuesday, december 8, 1998
-this is normality?-
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Woke up, magically, all by myself at -exactly- 6:30. This is the
7th weekday in a row that this has happened, without even having to try.
I woke up from several strange dreams. I was still frantically searching
about the house for my letter from Sayaka, who's art I really cherish...
I was not only mad that it was lost and I could not scan it in that day,
but I was scared that Zip might get it... He's still teething.
So finally I quit looking and hastily got ready. As I packed my backpack,
like magic it fluttered down. I was happy, but too hurried.
Unfortunately, on my way down the hall to the stairs after brushing my
teeth I stepped on a shard of glass. This was a very bad thing because
my feet have been very tattered lately due to all my voluminous activities
of late. I yanked it out and finished getting ready. I grabbed
my Oboe, music, backpack, art folder, and all the various letters to scan
pictures from and I head out the door into the cold!
Aced a test in Chemistry, that was a good start, also a fun lab. But I had a huge headache in band because I had to use an awful reed that I just have to fight with. All the air resistance hurts, some dedicated |
Oboe
players go mad from brain damage. I was really tired in math class
- dosed off a bit and had a strange twilight zoneish dream about asymptotes.
Actually I was in a really strong mood like that, sort of like I could
be writing those journals that you see in games like Myst and Riven and
such and that it would fit my mood that morning.
Finally art class. Art class is really my favorite.... but even though it is the -elite- class, a whole group of fools managed to lie their way into the class. They are the sort of people who are all dressed up to look like a snapshot of 311 or something, short bleached hair, loops in their ears, etc... And their personality is sort of hollow the bug everyone, even eachother, but we won't go into that. They are trash! Hah- it doesn't hurt one bit saying that. The one nice thing about them is that they are such big fools that if they insult you it doesn't even make me blink. It's more of an insult to themselves. My art teacher was gone and that was no big deal, because all the fools just got up and left. Except the computer lab was locked and no-one could get in! No scanning for today. Both me and MeLisa were really sad, especially because MeLisa has a strict deadline. |next page| |
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