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So... how is everyone? Summer's almost over.. sigh. I can't believe it passed that fast, and this is only my second entry. Not much happened, and I guess that's why it's flown. I went on vacation. To Maine. And it was effing amazing, but now all I can think about is going back, or since Criss Angel started a new season (WOOT!), going to Vegas. Generally all I think about now is... going. It seems I'm in a constant state of... waiting. I'm in purgatory. Constantly waiting for... something. Deliverance or whatever. From this constant state of boredom. I've gotten so used to being bored though that I think I'm having fun. And it's a real treat when I do something that would normally be considered... normal fun, ahahah. I don't have to worry about overexciting myself though, I don't do anything THAT fun. And what would be THAT fun to you, to me would probably be 'eh'. Eh. I don't know. I'm just ******** up. Ha. I almost typed yo instead of up. I'm just ******** yo. Ahahaha.
Sigh. I haven't even been reading that much. Well. Actual books I mean. I've been reading stuff on the internet. I haven't written that much either. I mean typed, As in my stories. Ha, write. I doubt I still know how to write. 'Hm? What's this? A- a what? Peencile? Pen- pencil? Pencil? Right! Pencil! Oh I remember this thing! I just can't seem to remember the big attraction. I mean, it's slow as ********, is difficult to delete your mistakes with, constantly needs fixing, and makes a bloody mess. Why don't we just use a keyboard?' Ahahahha. I shudder at the thought of seeing my current handwriting o_o;;. And my poor hands. I bet even the simplest of math papers will tire them out, or cramp them up from holding that blasted pencil for so long. Yeesh. Oh lord. I just remembered another school-related form of torture. Backpacks. Oh damn. 'What-- you mean this thing's supposed to go on my back-- oh hell no. No wonder I have ******** back problems! Damn!' Sigh.
Good thing for me I carry a messenger style bag, which hangs at my side instead. The thing weighs a ton though. For chrissake. Ahhahahah! Oh I can just imagine my reaction to the first bell of the day. "What the ********?! What-- what the hell was that?! Are we on, like code red for security threat or whatever? What? Oh, I'm just supposed to go to my next class? Oh... right. Well, they could've used a more subtle approach. Damn.' Hahhhh...
I am kind of looking forward to going back though. I look forward to meeting my new teachers, and seeing my friends again, and getting back in the art room. Yeah. Uhm... I can't really think of anything else to look forward to. -Shrugs-. Definitely not the damn homework. Or the other students who aren't my friend.s Or the hassle of back-to-school shopping. I guess seeing what my schedule is. -Shrugs- Definitely not the constant headache. Oh! ********! Yess! No more Mr. Childress! Yes! We had him in eighth and then he followed us to ninth. Taught us the exact same ******** class. Oh I am so glad I didn't fail him, ahahhahaha. I mean, I didn't, not even close, but if I would have had to take him again I swear to God. Ooh, and Mr. Gillis, my new English teacher. Oh and Academic team, where he is also the teacher. Ahahahhaha. And the new play which I promised to be apart of this year. And seeing my old English teacher. I guess I am looking forward to it. Damn. O.O I hope I have Mr. Frevola this year! That would be amazing! I had him in seventh and now he moved up to the highschool. He was my favorite Science teacher ever! Well, hell. Now I'm glad we're going back the 16th of this month. Oh right, it's still next month. Oh well, still amazing.
Damn, I'm in a good mood now. =] So... yeah. Go away now. See you later.
~Euphoric Weaver
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