| Current mood: | predatory |
| Current music: | a storybook ending ; hopeless nights |
should i trust this dialect.. to convey the right effect?
well, well, well. it looks like i have finally decided to update my journal after more than a month. so! what is there to talk about? well, at school everything's been going a-okay. it's all spring now and whatnot so things are looking up. today, well, it was alright. i took my geography test, and i am confident with my results.
after first period, i went to those other classes, and after that i went to the bathroom. sure, this seems uneventful, but today in the bathroom, i met up with this girl named jesse. lately, despite the fact that i don't know her, she has been saying hi to me and tapping me on the shoulder at odd moments and whatnot. so yeah, today i was in the bathroom washing my hands and she said hi to me and i didn't hear her over the running water, and i suppose she got offended. the reason i suppose this is because all of a sudden, she turned towards me, put her hands on her hips, and said "fine.. don't say hi to me." then she stormed out of the bathroom. all dramatic just like that. yes, i think it's safe to say it was the highlight of my day.
as for the rest of the day, it was stupid. in gym, we played a game where people threw balls at each other to get them out of the game. i got out, but people still hit me. darn rebels and their bottled up anger. then i went to lunch and math and.. you know those other subjects and such. so the day was all over and, yeah, i came home. oh! today, when i came home, my aunt that makes me peel potatoes and my po-lease officer uncle were here. and they were all talking to my dad and stuff, and someone brought up the a-mazing egg-stractor. so of course, my father pulled it out and everyone had to try it. i tried to do it, but you know how everything works for me.. the top piece flew at my aunt and the egg sort of exploded. i think i pushed the top too hard. psh..
anyway! now i must say goodbye, because i gotz thingz tah do.
sincerely yours,
leesa werkmin
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