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Nov. 1st, 2004 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elenbarathiToday, my friend lost her necklace thingamabob, made of loads of those little things that are metal, little balls. You know what I'm talking about? No. All right then. It was about five or six feet long, and she lost it, and another person found it, and I saw the person with the thingamabob, and I said that that was my friend's thingamabob, and she said that I could take it. That was a long sentence. I also sold ice cream today at lunch. We took in $22.50 this lunch period. I think we'll have an election (a school election) tomorrow, and Kerry'll probably win. I didn't get lots of candy last night, but that doesn't matter, because I'll eat it really fast anyway or give it away, and it'll just be gone faster. I am writing very oddly today. Perhaps I had too much sugar. We need to do a Christmas program at our school and it sucks, partially because it's cheesy, part because the script sucks, part because our school is poor and infinitesimally small (two things: sorry, Artemis and we've got less than 500 students in nine grades), part because nobody likes the program and don't even try, and part other reasons.
We got too many assignments today. Note the "ass" in assignments. I told my friend, whose livejournal I read, that we should turn our teachers into penguins and mail them to Antarctica. My comment was modeled off one of her comments, but she didn't realize that and so she told me "Oh, I wrote something like that in my livejournal." She was the one who lost the necklace thingamabob. I'm set design for the program, and I'm not sure if I actually want to do a good job or to screw it up entirely because our program can't get much more low-tech.
I don't have anything else to write about, except that my friend whose livejournal I read and whose necklace thingamabob was lost got us a late start today, so we started school fifty minutes later. Woot woot.
What can I say to my faithful ghosties and demons? Could I say thanks for reading this? All right, thanks for reading this.
Some guy just walked on our yard, stopped in the middle of it, turned 90 degrees to his right, and walked off. He's not one of our neighbors, which isn't so weird in the first place because we only have six adult neighbors, a neighbor kid, and a group home. But I don't see a car in the culdesac. That part is odd, because why would he be walking on our lawn? Whatever.
Goodbye, faithful ghosties and demons!
Thought for the Day: "I am Eragon."
"Is that who you are or your name?" -Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
We got too many assignments today. Note the "ass" in assignments. I told my friend, whose livejournal I read, that we should turn our teachers into penguins and mail them to Antarctica. My comment was modeled off one of her comments, but she didn't realize that and so she told me "Oh, I wrote something like that in my livejournal." She was the one who lost the necklace thingamabob. I'm set design for the program, and I'm not sure if I actually want to do a good job or to screw it up entirely because our program can't get much more low-tech.
I don't have anything else to write about, except that my friend whose livejournal I read and whose necklace thingamabob was lost got us a late start today, so we started school fifty minutes later. Woot woot.
What can I say to my faithful ghosties and demons? Could I say thanks for reading this? All right, thanks for reading this.
Some guy just walked on our yard, stopped in the middle of it, turned 90 degrees to his right, and walked off. He's not one of our neighbors, which isn't so weird in the first place because we only have six adult neighbors, a neighbor kid, and a group home. But I don't see a car in the culdesac. That part is odd, because why would he be walking on our lawn? Whatever.
Goodbye, faithful ghosties and demons!
Thought for the Day: "I am Eragon."
"Is that who you are or your name?" -Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
