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Saturday, May 10, 2008
Why Not? 5:18 AM

Writing this right now in Commerce class, a few minutes ago I finished I was in the lab remember? Anyway, it really gets me how tall the boys in my Commerce class are. Puberty eh? Why can’t I get the growing-really-tall-in-just-a-few-days thing instead of all this acne?! Honestly. Ohh well. Teacher just asked Brandy to jot down the cash transaction on the board (he has a thing for asking random people questions on our last topic and all so yeah) and boy, is Branden tall. :S Brynner, this ubër tall dude, says he’s all wrong and now he’s writing the answer on the board. His answer. Now teacher’s telling us to take sides, like who’s answer do we think is right and now we’re standing. Apparently, my side (Brandy’s) is right. Man, Brynner is TALL. He’s like 6 foot-something, he sits across me and I can see from the corner of my eye his huge body frame :S Anyway, teacher just left us with some work to do and now I’ve got to get back working on it. Geez. I really have to get started.

..5 minutes later.

Now he’s back. Teacher, I mean. Now I’m having trouble jotting this down since we’re NOT allowed to write while he’s explaining. And right now he’s explaining. Okay, getting back to work.

...couple o’ minutes later.

There. DONE.

14 minutes till dismissal.

14 minutes till the weekend.

14 minutes till we’re gonna go all Mission Impossible-CSI on *****, what with all the running, hiding, ducking and an impeccable desire to just get away.

Which reminds me…we need to find a new ‘getaway’ since ***** just so happens to finds us no matter where we hide. And like last time, we found this not-so-hidden spot in the parking lot next to the basketball court and yeah, ***** found us. Last week, me and Aikks hid behind this tree on the hill (our school’s on a hill with a stairway and lots of awesome old trees) and ***** still found us. So now we’ve got no choice but to keep running around the school, hiding in random places. I mean, doesn’t ***** get it? WE ARE SICK. OF *****. OF RUNNING. OF THE CONSTANT DUCKING AND HIDING AND GUILT (not me, Aikks). OF EVERYTHING THAT’S YOU. Geez.

And Nicks has gone into oldies mode. AGAIN. He kept singing Toni Braxton’s Un-Break My Heart and Cindi Lauper’s - what do ya know? - Time After Time. Really. And now he’s singin-- teacher’s talking. Being discreet here. He’s talking ‘bout how to blissfully enjoy our vacay (June). Apparently, those who fail will have to do corrections the number of points they lost. Like, someone gets 18 out of 100 (that’s plain stupid), they’re gonna have to do corrections 82 times. Bummer. Ooo gotta go-- dismissal.

-11.40 AM

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I really did write that during Commerce, right after coming from the lab. Teacher Commerce was 15 minutes late though so the class went into gilaaa-crazy mode. As usual. So anyway, after dismissal me and Aikks ran over to the girl’s toilet near the Science lab. I was gonna take a photograph of the graffiti in the boy’s john but when I went it I saw it was all wiped away. Killjoy much? I was gonna post it here. Anyway, ***** caught up with us and uurrgh…you know how it goes.

We had freetime during the first two periods cause Teacher English was absent and me and Aikks played sheet, scissors, rock only it was sheet-scissors-rock and truth-or-dare. Race to five and the loser had to be either dared or asked truth-y questions. So yeah. It was mildly entertaining despite the fact I couldn’t think of any other outrageous dare than to dare Aikks to tell ***** that we’re mightily annoyed at *****. ‘Course she wouldn’t do it. Haii. So I ended up asking her questions of bout people she’s not so fond of and all that. She dared me to ask Josh why he never says my name. I told her that wasn’t exactly a ‘dare’ since it was bloody easy. But come to think of it, Josh has never called me by my name. Really. In the couple of years I’ve known him, he has never, repeat, never mentioned my name, out loud or in text.

WHY?

Josh, if you’re reading this (which you probably are since I know you’re at Netland right now, working), why do you not say my name? Haha. Geez. I have got nothing better to do but ask someone why they never says my name. What’s wrong with me? Gotta run, TV’s getting neglected. I pity it.

Oh and Sticks, if you’re reading this, I just wanna let you know that: YOU STILL HAVEN’T REPLIED ME. Whatever, just bring your guitar tomorrow yeah? Ciao. Pictures up in the next post.

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YESTERDAY.
-Smoke, Die. It’s Your Funeral.
-The Day Before Friday. Which Apparently Is Also Kn...
-(Stuck Halfway) Across The Universe
-I Wasn't Too Sure What To Title This Post
-Kebab.
-Craving..
-RUNNING AWAY…FROM YOU.
-THOU SHALT DO THY HOMEWORK
-TO ELLS’ HOUSE AND BACK.
-FREE PERIOD.