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So, everything is all "Gangsta Yo" lately. Fo sheezy'.

I was all, sitting in Socials class (first day back) today, after lunch, falling asleep (I sit in the back corner, and me and Mr.Hudson have a unspoken pact, that goes like this "He doesn't disturb me while I slip in and out of con-shaas-ness (can't spell...hooked on phonics :P) and I remain one of the 3 or so in his class that does not excessively disturb the class" ) and randomly I pull out a scrap of paper and start writing about a memory. Which is rather odd of me, because I don't usually do that. But I'm not writing it on here, because I don't have it with me to copy down, and I don't feel like remembering all that was written.

Gym was alright, we're doing badminton for like.. two weeks now, which sucks. Because I hate badminton. It's only fun against the boys who actually try and compete, the girls just stand there and hit the damn birdie. All stoic like. I love that word. Stoic.

Choir was alright today, got like... 4-5 new songs to choose from? I dislike a couple of them greatly. And most of them are all ... Religiously based. Which is just flippin' grand. Not. I hate singing about "The Almighty" and all that. Couple of people didn't show up, but we still had full risers...was odd. Off the top of my head I can think of six people who didn't show. But whatever, to each their own. So, Ashley and I all.... rocked out while unsuccessfully trying to politely ignore Jen, the one screeching in my ear. After that I was told, not asked, that I was hanging out at Subway with Mz. Jen and Jason, who joined choir again ( suprise suprise ). Sasja (pronounced sasha) and I think his name is Will? Anywho, they showed up, and we talked with them for a while. Then Jen left (yay) and I hung out with Jason till my mother showed up to take me home because I am not legally allowed to drive. Which is more tolerable now that he's trying to look "Straighter". ... He said it, I didn't.

I noticed something today, usually when I used to write in my blog, "Used to" being the operative phrase, it was a rather long-ish post, though I've seen much longer, but lately (past couple of months?) they've been all...empty and malnurished. Like a kid on welfare with a learning disability.

I love analogies. And incorrect spelling, but only when I do it.

Science this morning was just like it used to be. Seriously. We did basically nothing, handed in basically nothing, and jabbered on with our friends for the whole class. Except the part where he introduced us to our new student teacher, whose name I've forgotten. Seriously though, he looks no older then 16, and he's 24. I feel like I'm going to be taught by someone my own age, which would be fine and all, if I knew him, and knew that I was actually going to learn correct information.

A friend of mine (Katrina, no one knows her. And no, she isn't imaginary) Is stuck on her french. She's a year younger then me, and I've taken four years of french, but not for two years, so of course I was asked tonight to help her out. (Her mom was my mom's nurse, but is like a second mother to my mom, and Kat is adopted, hence the reason that she's so young compared to her mother. Thats how we met) So, now I have to brush up on my french, remember what everything means, and help someone else. I'm willing and all, because I crave languages (seriously, people think it's creepy that I'm 15 and already know bits and pieces of 3 languages other then english) but I don't want to dissapoint her if I can't help her. Hence the reason I'm going to start "borrowing" Ashley's old worksheets that she doesn't need anymore in french. Because I'm cool. Ya dig? I know, it's technically cheating, not relying soley on my memory of two years past. I only quit french because Japanese sounded cooler and grade 8 was the year I got a B in it... I don't like getting B's in a subject after getting A's for three years. So, I took Japanese and got a high B (like, 84 or something) instead.

Anywho, I have to get into the habit of going to bed at a reasonable hour. So. Yeah.

P.s. I thought what I'd do was, well, I hadn't thought that far.