Well, my entry on google is taking a lot more work than I expected. It's just so, damn(ed?) useful.
Today? Oh, it was horrible.
Assembly (motivating us to kill ourselves, or possibly just select courses at the high school)
I lose my LitMag application. I miss my bus trying to find it, and practically break down and cry.
Get on the shuttle bus.
Get on my elementary school bus.
Driver misses my stop.
I yell, "Stop!"
She does, and after some convincing (read: threatening), she lets me get off
Walk home (she missed my stop by quite a bit)
Get hit by truck.
Wait, that didn't happen, but it would have been funny. For you. Oh, laugh at my pain, will you? I'll teach you!
Okay, still working on that Google thing (think plenty of screen shots). Also almost done my poetry book.
Please, for my sake, don't read Maddie or Angie's blog until I give the okay. Yes, I'm censoring you. You can't gossip about my friends and then I ignore you.
Well, let's see if my blog is powerful enough to stop the rumors.
Really, don't. Otherwise, they'll never learn.