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So, for English, we will be required to keep a journal, one of those marble notebooks, and we write it in, and every other week we turn it in. She said we will write in it as she assigns things, but we can also write whatever we want...

For a second I thought maybe I'd write some stories in it, or maybe record my dreams so she could have something interesting to read.

But she can't spell cynical. Or patience. Or rude.

"synical, paitience, rhude." and she's my english teacher?

XD

I'm still gonna write stories in there probably. I doubt she's going to comment in them, but if she does, that will be pretty cool.

This week has gone by dreadfully slow. It's finally Friday. Or, about to be. So, almost Happy Birthday to Mel. (:

I have two more classes: EECE, and...STAT. Hurrayyyy. (:

EECE = my computer engineering class.

STAT = my statistics class.

All of my classes are pretty much math based, with the exceptions of: English. Honors Seminar. Explorations in Science.

So it's pretty cool, I think. (:

I've got a couple of ideas for little stories floating in my head, so tell me which you prefer:

diving (into water) -or- running (away)?

machine -or- nature?

I have been taking pictures with my phone, and will share them with everyone on here when I get home, with my SD adapter! (:

Be ready for some REALLY COOL PICTURES.












First day of school! Today was pretty cool, I was proud of myself for only getting marginally lost for about five seconds. Then I found the right way!

I have Mr. Robert Henry for Computer Engineering, Dr. Fisher for Statistics, Dr. Kimball for Calculus, and Paul Monier for Tae Kwon Do!



I'm excited for all of those classes. And especially, Mondays. Because it goes like this: math, math, math, fun! That's one kickass schedule. My only non-math classes are: English and Honors Seminar. BLAH. Oh and gay Explorations in Science class..

Oh weeeeellll. (:


Today was a good day. So far, I have met two people, and told one kid his shirt was awesome. Oh man it is so cold in this hotel room and my legs are somewhat crampy because of this.




I am using my laptop charger pack to keep my feet warm. Good idea no?

She bit her lower lip as she posed for the digital camera. Her shy ways always found themselves surfacing during times like these. The man behind the LCD screen peeked from the side, and raised his brow at her. She smiled for a second, and her cheeks reddened. He winked, then returned his gaze to the screen, the stabilized image, the area in focus, a faint click, and an obnoxious flash. After thirty minutes, the memory full image appeared, and he thumbed the camera into the off position, and removed the memory card. She followed him to the viewing room, where he would insert the card into his laptop's SD slot, and she would gaze at herself in wall-mounted plasma glory. He put both feet on top of the table as he lazily scrolled through each picture, each one revealing more details than the last. The fibers on her scarf. The second hand of her watch. The girl was thoroughly pleased with the pictures, and she turned back to him and smiled. He barely noticed her, yet he smiled back. From deep within his pocket was a startling vibration, and both his feet dropped to the ground unexpectedly. He shoved a hand in to retrieve the palm sized device, and he went outside the room to answer the call. The girl sat down now behind the laptop, and began sifting through the photos at her own leisure. She bit her lip again, this time to contain her excitement, her eyes wide and reflecting the images she looked so intently at. She cropped the images, rotated them to better fit the page, and printed away. Slowly the printer spat out each photo, the ink quickly drying, and it was like she was holding the winning poker hand of the night. She looked out the glass door of the room, and watched the man argue the person on the other end of the line, and she smiled. He didn't hold his emotions very well, or at the very least, his anger. She took a permanent marker from the cup of various writing utensils, and began scribbling a message on the back of one of her photographs. She placed the photo picture side up on the laptop's keyboard and snuck out the other door to the viewing room. After running a bit down the corridor, she slowed her pace, and smiled to herself. She pulled an mp3 player out of her purse, and into her ears, delicately placed the buds, where she became totally immersed into the music. With both hands she pushed open the steel door exit, and disappeared into the night.



Something to write about in the last three minutes I have before going to work. I feel like wearing ridiculously comfortable clothes, like the kind you might wear to sleep. A loose shirt, and soft shorts. Sandles if you have to. Hair hardly brushed, and not really caring what you look like today because the traffic is so slow today. I want a puzzle book. That's what I'll go look for right now...maybe it will be slow, but enjoyable. But more realistically: it will be slow, and I won't take my gaze off the clock that is five minutes fast. I like that it's five minutes fast. (:

Well I hope everyone had a good Monday. Mine was quite lazy, and I need something better to do. (:

I am not sure what's worse, leaving soon, or being one of the last to leave? Gotta watch all your friends leave, then soon you'll be one of the last left. Or not even leaving at all....I don't know.

I'm really nervous about school but I'm ready to be back in that classroom setting. Mostly my math class...

I have to drive my brothers to school. I keep forgetting about that but here I am, up pretty late, and I need to get up in less than six hours..ugh. whatever. i probably have to wake them up too but i dont want to. i just want to drive them to school and go back to sleep. and fuck. i just dont want to. or rather, i wouldnt mind if i alternated with my sister doing this. but thats not going to happen. oh well im leaving soon.

leaving soon. gonna stay in an apartment, i think it's going to be pretty awesome. or at least, the idea of having my own apartment is awesome. i've been thinking about stages in a person's life, that are considered to be milestones, such as graduating high school, college, getting married, finally owning your own home, buying your first car, things like this. i was also watching people today, because work was really slow, i mostly watched the people who walked past in the mall. some mom's are really kind and sweet to their kids, and others are like GET OVER HERE, HURRY UP, SHUT UP AND STOP CRYING...i wonder about these parents. is it because of how they were raised, that they will also raise kids in this same way?

i dont want to be a bad parent. i want my child to like me. i want my child to share the same feelings about life that i have. i want my child to be...a boy or a girl? i've always liked the name ophelia. i don't know about a boy's name though.

i am afraid that i will not find good work with my major.

i am afraid that i won't like my major.

but i enjoy math. but don't want a math major because i dont want to be a teacher and i dont have the brilliance to solve any of the million dollar math problems or disprove a theorem or anything great like that.

i am worried about how my life will play out while i'm in college. i hope this apartment thing works out for us. i hope i have better cleaning habits. i'll need to have better cleaning habits.

i was talking earlier about "milestones" for humans, and i don't remember if i was going to make a point about it. we are so much different than any other mammal. duh. but still. thinking about main ways to survive. ours are very complex...i realize i might be saying things that are obvious, but i'm just talking about things that are passing through my head.

thinking too much is definitely a bad thing, unless there is a purpose to give any one particular thought special attention. if you are sitting alone, it's best to try to occupy yourself with something, anything to get your mind off reality for a bit.

i have these ideals that i'd like to learn about things that greatly interest me but i have no idea how i'd apply these things to any potential career? i don't know.

my dad's birthday is in september and i'd like to get him a new record player. i think he'd like that.

i have a box full of written memories. it's a plastic box, with a very nice lid, but it's running out of room. if i open it, papers will spill out and i need a new box to place these memories. i own too much shit, namely clothes.

Well I'm overjoyed, and I'm overloved, and I'm feeling lucky, like a little boy who's hiding under covers...

So right now is pretty much the biggest race to the finish in the history of races to the finish that I will experience right now. A lot of people have been calling about an apartment opening, and it is first-come who gives a 250.00 deposit, and I'll be leaving in just a little bit to speed most of my way to Lafayette, hopefully without any tickets, as I've done so far. (: I guess they don't really care about ten over the limit anyways. Good luck to Corey and myself. Fucking good luck.

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Ah geez. Things are moving too fast and I can barely keep up? And I can't really think of much what to write. Whatever.

Today I went to my brother's band camp uhm...presentation thing? I watched the band sections show their skits, and they were pretty neat. One was a little boring, one was funny, one was awesome, and one was words cannot describe. (:

I ate a hamburger with weird sauce stuff on it. I found my camera's car charger cord. I couldn't find my friend's gas mask, but we had one anyways, so that's like commission/interest, like here's A gas mask, and if we find yours, you'll get that one too. Because his was a cooler color than ours. My room's a real mess now. I mean, really. I have too much shit, and too many clothes, that I need to get rid of.

A good thing about cleaning your room is finding change. Finding lots of change.

Ahhhhhh. Am I ready for that kind of responsibility?