asisit

Ok so…Anse? Are you kidding me? He literally does nothing but mooch off his already poor friends. If I was in that family, two words, SMACK DOWN.

Chaos! That’s what’s happening right now. Only really strange people analyze ridiculous little details and analyze them. Stop speaking so eloquently!

You know what annoys me? People who keep the tree for half the class. Instructions: Take tree, write what’s in your head for about 5 minutes. 6 minutes, understandable. 10 minutes, can be acceptable. But 40? That’s a 700% increase. That’s disgusting.

Number two, Number two, this is my second paper. Why? Because I can’t think. I feel like I have meningitis. I got 4 hours of sleep last night, and I have a swim meet today. At four. Butterfly’s in your stomach aren’t real, it’s just your heart rate beating faster. We are all dying. We are all dead. And blah blah blah! Thank you, now I will never get married or have kids. “I love you” isn’t real. Cement on your legs would hurt. MOLLY USES SPARK NOTES. “Why do I care” Molly’s my secret Santa. I’m really excited because she is so eccentric. We all have ulterior motives We are all selfish. Jewel’s not. Well, sometimes. I’m never saying “I love you” again until I get married. We’re talking about funerals right now. Dying stinks. It’s not like I’m afraid of death, it’s just hard for me to comprehend. I understand all of the Scientific aspects of death. Yeah, I guess I can comprehend it…but it stinks. It’s like your best friend moving away…but worse. ANNA! CALM DOWN! You crazy psycho girl that I think is so funny. Apple tree, apple tree. Crab apples on the muddy ground. They’re gross to step on. Darl might be crazy, but it’s no excuse to be mean. I never knew that pa wasn’t Jewel’s father. Basically, I’m the idiot in AP English class. I like reading the books though. Except sometimes I procrastinate, I talked with a swimmer about procrastinating last night.
SWIMMING Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
HELP ME! I’M GOING TO DIE IN THE 200KM Blahhh. Why care anymore? It’s just 2 minutes of my life.
We’re all just dying
ANYWAYS!!!!

Do I have aficion? I have spent my whole life well rounded and now I fell like by speaking my commitment out, I haven’t become truly good at anything.

I honestly don’t hate Anse as much as everyone else seems too…I mean, I feel bad for the guy…he was in love with Addie, but didn’t know how to express himself. So then he married her only to find out that she’s a total bitch. She reminds me of my great grandma…she’s waiting to die and convinced that her husband died to get away from her…that’s really sad…

I get upset when people share stories that don’t relate…just don’t wait, Why did Mike just get up and leave? He took his back pack and everything…hope he’s not dying or anything…he did have an awfully big bag of cough drops…

I don’t’ think Darl’s as deep as everyone thinks…

I like Megan’s earrings.

I feel like Darl. I want to laugh maniacally like Darl. I hate those two sentences. My nose is itchy. My stomach itchy. HA HA I meant to write “hurts” but it came out “itchy”.

Today we have a swim meet in Westfield. Hopefully my 500 won’t suck this time like it did last meet. I had some pretty strong incentive to swim fast (I wish fastly were a word) but apparently, I didn’t. 30 seconds slower than my fastest time woo! Who sucks? Me!

Yesterday, Government and Politics club was cancelled. Pelotas. My plan didn’t work. You remember it, right? I couldn’t test it out.

OMG Semi! OMG I can’t believe this isn’t the first thing I mentioned. Ugh, I hate High School drama. Well, someone decided for me what semi group my date and I would be in. And it sucks because it’s going to be wicked awkward for both of us. Pelotas. Jewel is not her husband. I’m pissed.

I keep cracking my neck.

I used to be obsessed with drawing profiles when I was little. I’m tapping into my youth. HAHA SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

I am so confused. What do I really want out of life? I feel selfish…am I? Sometimes I go throughout my day…lost my thought.

I just feel that life is so simple, but why can’t…ah…lost my thought.

Am I just getting ready to die? I feel so negative—I don’t want to be negative. My nose is running. I’d better go catch it! Ha ha ha

I feel so blah. Blah is such a perfect word. Is everyone really selfish? I am so messed up. I feel like I could be a character in a book we read in AP English. Emotional turmoil. I can’t stop thinking but really I can’t start.

Oh, Jared. So weird. Not in a mean way.

I just really want to live in nature. Doesn’t anyone else feel the way I do? Am I alone? Mr. C’s son really gives me hope. But every day I feel I am studying and trying to get somewhere I realized I don’t want to go in life. I feel like crying. All I want to do is live by a lake surrounded by trees and make my living with simplicity. I’m scared of animals, though, but I would try to get unafraid. I’d love to read all day and learn everything I want to learn. For over three years I have wanted to really study astronomy but I always have commitments to follow through on. Will I ever be able o do what I really want to do? I get so nervous sometimes, but if I were alone I wouldn’t have to be. Am I really meant to be alone?

I know what I want in life, but I feel selfish wanting it. I am selfish, and I hate that thought. I feel so pushed by society, but what can I do when what would make me happy is not possible and disregarded (if that’s the word) by society. What do I do?

So I took one. I wanted to take it a while ago, but I didn’t want to be the first. I guess that makes me a follower. Whatever. Am I like Cora? I like her name. I want to name my kids Brynn and Oliver. Kate is laughing and pointing. Mike has a cold and he’s sitting next to me. I hope I don’t get it. I think Mr. Calabrese likes to wear weird ties on the day we do this tree thing. My neck hurts. And I have to swim soon. Mike can’t read. Oops. That was mean. Shouldn’t have said that. But I didn’t. I thought it. Yeahhh. This is weird. Sometimes I feel like swearing. It’s so badass. Especially if you don’t swear a lot. I wonder if Tooba swears. I like Tooba. She’s such a nice girl. I like everyone in this class. Oh god. I’m sounding like an idiot. Well that’s usual. Blahh. Jared just looked at Lindsay. Then he wrote her a note. Then Lindsay put lip-gloss on. I just looked at Anna. She cracks me up. She reminds me of my cousin Sam. Krystal’s here today. That’s odd. I wonder when I’m supposed to put my tree back. I straightened my hair today. It was easy. This is fun except I’m probably missing stuff. AHH Mike just blew air in exasperation but I think he’s blowing germs at me. AHHHH! Now it’s on the tree and everyone’s going to get his sickness. Sometimes I scream and yell in my mind. Cora. Is it weird I like her? She’s just nice. And she makes cakes. Who doesn’t like cake? Yay. I shouldn’t be crossing things out. Fuck. ßsee, ending like that is pretty moving. Hell, yeah for nice syntax. That was immature. Oh well.

We’re talking about tragicomedies…that’s such a funny concept…a funny tragedy…I’ve been waiting all class for a tree…I’ve had so many weird thoughts going through my head all day long…but, sure, now that I’ve got the opportunity to ‘blip’ out, I don’t really have anything to think about. This tree is weird…I dropped it and accidentally stepped on it, but it’s not really smushed or anything. But I guess that may be because it’s a flat tree to begin with…that’s dumb…Who ever heard of a flat tree…the class is talking about Addie’s part…so weird that her part is after she’s dead. I wonder what Mike and Molly are writing so furiously? I can’t wait to read these later…on Friday my bio class is watching an episode of the Simpsons…I’m pretty sure that the Simpsons is, like, the meaning of life because this’ll be the 3rd AP class that I’ve watched the Simpsons in…hum…more thought on that needed later. Mr. C just asked if motherhood was bad…Matt says some people are just not born to be parents. I wonder if that’s true…Paula doesn’t want kids…that’s weird, because I’d have expected her to be the type that couldn’t wait to get married and have a family. I wonder if I’ll have kids…there’s something else to think about later…Maybe I should make a list of things to think about…but is that weird to make a list of things to think about? Molly just scratched something out on her paper about 20 times…her pen made a weird noise…okay. My hand is starting to cramp up, so maybe I should put this tree back and start listening again. But I’m not in a mood to talk today…I’m enjoying this excuse not to think and talk about this book. Mr. C just suggested this book be called “I’m dead”…that might make an interesting book…maybe not though…never mind …one time, in GT at Birchland, Mrs. Superson told us about a kid who won a book contest by submitting a blank book…I don’t remember the whole story…maybe it would make more sense if I could remember why everyone thought that was so profound…Now I’m really going to put this tree back because I’m sure someone else wants to blip…

Finally, a tree! Well this is one of the weirdest discussions ever. I’m sick and Megan is making fun of me and then she stopped. Molly is weird, well not Molly but her crazy circle writing. Molly is Molly. Anna is trying to read what I am writing. I think that Scott is sick. He should go home. There is Key Club tonight and it is a Tuesday. It’s Tuesday and that means Key Club. I am so sick of Key Club. Anna is looking at me funny…what else is new? This is so random.

Senior semi is—we are making fun of Megan again…I have to go to the doctors soon…Scott had a random outburst…blah blah blah…that is what I hear when Megan talks…well not really but—January 13th, who should—well it’s time for…Krystal is here. It’s so surprising…Megan is reading this as I write it—I ask to go with me. Time to get my braces fixed *@$#ing braces. Peace OUT!!

Mike is an atrocious reader. I think Mr. Calabrese reads like a goofball. Pink. Read fantasy…and I thought about dreams, not fantasy novels, but fantasies themselves. Jewel, Cash, and Darl aren’t very good names. Has anyone but Mr. Calabrese talked for the past three minutes? He asks a question, no one raises their hand…Oh, Tooba! Obviously Scott made a joke. Nobody laughed. That was before Tooba’s hand. I do believe I looked quite flamboyant as I shook my arm out from writer’s cramp. Lindsay laughed. Wait, a tree fell…or someone through it? I wasn’t paying attention. Lindsay’s so smart. Anna, I disagree. Anna stop it. Good joke. Uh-oh, a moving anecdote by Mr. Calabrese. Good one, Scott. Yes, you would be passive aggressive, Lindsay. Speak up, Paula. For God’s sake, how can you have sympathy for Anse? I think Lindsay’s mad at me. She’s ignoring me right now. Hold I’m. I’m annoying her and…she looked at me and looked away…12000 kids…Lindsay laughed. Lindsay looked at my paper. I think she likes me. Donna’s tree thoughts are probably about the book…Boooring. Anna loves to offer her opinion. Something…Eragon? Headache…that’s uncommon. Tooka tried to mention a part of the book and Mr. Calabrese is making her read it. Tee hee. “My hand hurts.” Lindsay. “Stop writing.” She’s probably mad at me because of what I said about Paula. Ah well. She still likes me, anyway. Um…I’m signing off. Lindsay’s sooo smart. I like her. Peace, love, and sparkles. Are you kidding me, Paula?

We keep talking about love and sometimes it’s wicked awkward. Jared keeps trying to read this. Megan’s wicked obsessed with love. I hate Anse so much. I want to go home. These desks are so uncomfortable. Probably when I get older I’m going to have back problems because we have small uncomfortable desks. I like writing on yellow paper with pen. Jared’s trying to look at my thoughts again. I wish he would stop. I have to shield my paper so he can’t see. Wow. Now he’s wearing aviator sunglasses. Donna says he looks like he’s from Nevada. He’s writing this list of Embrace songs. They aren’t even that good. He just makes excuses for their songs so he doesn’t realize their mediocrity. Scott really wants a tree so he can write. Why does it matter if Peabody’s fat? Why are we even talking about this? Mike’s legs are too long. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I hate waking up and being bored. Oh, now Jared’s mad because he thinks I keep giving him dirty looks. He said he’s not reading this but he obviously is because he said No I’m not mad. Now he’s whining. He always whines. STOP READING. Emily Dickinson’s birthday? What does that have to do with Anse? I hate Anse. And Addie. I want to go home.

I’m such a creep. Whatever.
“Break ‘em off somethin’ proper like a real show stopper!”
Daaaaaanity Kaaaaaane.
My water bottle just flubbered.
Mr. Calabrese’s hands are flailing. And there’s some spit foaming in the corner of his mouth. He does that when he’s excited.
I can’t forget to give this envelope to my dad.
UMASS pre-med ’11 BABY! Wha wha! Jared’s a creep. He looks like a Unabomber with those sunglasses.
I dunno, Molly, I dunno.
350 pounds.
I always have to pee. I have to pee right now.
Mike’s got a friggin TON of Halls on his desk.
Poor Jared. He didn’t get into Notre Dame.
Scott’s not ghetto. He’s lame . Pshyeah.
EW BIO TEST NEXT! Why am I taking this class? Oh yeah, DOCTOR!
…I yell a lot in my head…and swear.
Haha. Mr. Calabrese’s crazy. He went to E. Dick’s house on her bday. He loves English.
My nails cam out nice.
I hate Megan. She’s so pretty.
I need a date to semi.
Why is Anna so loud? Stop it.
Stop saying PEE-BODY! I have to pee! I have to stop this thing. Other people want to write.
Danyelle, it’s not that funny.
“He has sex,” Megan says. Or sense. I can’t tell.
No.
I just dropped my note cards everywhere.
“LIKE A REAL SHOWSTOPPA!”
…I should be on American Idol.

WHAT WHAT? So fresh.

So I can’t think of anything! Blank, blank, blank, tree, rain, blank, tears, blank, red, cold. Cold feels hot and hot feels cold. Nothing, my head is all echo-ey. Is that good? Smile, blank. Dani says that me feeling like my wrist is being pulled apart is bad. Green, blank, blank, blank, cold, blank, blank. I feel…out of sorts, odd, floaty. Like the top of my head is coming unscrewed. Molly shakes her foot when she is talking. She is very scientific. God, I can’t spell. Why cement his head? Adjust ice pack. More cold. Adjust again, listen to Megan. Ow, pushed too hard. Cash seems like a nice guy. Ow, tinge in arm, very sharp. Balance, balance beam, gymnast. This tree is pretty flimsy. Mike’s book is highlighted, Interesting. The inside of my head is all red and pulsing. I don’t write well or fast. I feel slow, I have no common sense. 64 or 42, the meaning of life. Change don’t change. Math, I don’t like math, I can do formulas but not anything else. I don’t think. I think my throat infection is back. I hated 4th grade and fifth. See, Mr D, I didn’t need cursive after all. Apples, group of apples. Laughter. Dude, where did that come from? Wheee…I’m losing it, slowly losing…Verbal, talking SAT. Circle, mazes. Blue, blue bird. Puzzle pieces. Value. I don’t really think in full sentences. Goals, goalie, soccer, Score! Cash-types, I like cash. Why don’t we talk like we write? Oh no! Mr. C’s story time. Shop; dedicated, that’s all an artist can ask for, someone to appreciate. USA-3400 mi, immigrants, Mexico. Chris is from Mexico, I miss Chris. But I didn’t like Chris. Exchange, massage, southern, hicks, Deliverance. Folks, folk tales. Tree, forest, pine forest, lake, pine scent. If you were the only sane person in a group of insane people, would that make you insane? Balance talk about balance, everyone needs balance. Crazy good, crazy bad. Shoulder angel, shoulder devil, logic. What is logic? If Jesus was reborn how would we know? Mike is surprised. He shouldn’t be. How do you define crazy? Am I crazy? Ow, pain, cold, ice melting, end.

Bum bum bum badum bum bum badah badum ba da daa. Bum bah dah bum ba ba badum ba da da da bum bum ba dah dah. That’s what I think. Life can be broken down into 3 categories. But there’s always a soundtrack. Never forget the soundtrack. Music is one of the two fundaments in life-Music and Math. That’s why I love them. That’s why I am a symbiant of Lindsay Savola. Of course no one in this class knows who that is, I’d be surprised if anyone did at least. I’d be surprised if anyone knew anything about my life. Everyone knows sections, but never the whole. But then again, I don’t know their whole. We don’t know any of the character’s whole. No one cares for this family in the book, so why should I Bill Faulkner? Why the hell are they so special? Why do they get to tell their story? Oh-5 minutes.

“I could have another you, in a minute.”

Sometimes songs have commas in places they shouldn’t. I tried doing that in my “Bankrobber” essay but Mr. C shot me down. I CAN’T BREAK 6 UP!!!!

Uurggh.
Kate thinks I’m creepy…I think I take jokes too far. I make jokes about girls I like and I like Kate. Not like that though. Me and Paula are on the rocks…it sucks. I wish I knew what was wrong. I think we’ve both been thrown off a little bit now that we’ve both been accepted by our #1 schools.

My palms are sweaty because of writing.
I’ll stop and wipe them on my desk and probably take a joke too far with Molly so she thinks I’m creepy. I really like Molly, she’s my favorite.

Matt just took a tree. I want one too. I wonder if Donna has any key club pens left…I’ll ask her later. Mike has a ridiculous bag of Hall’s on his desk. Huh.
I just knocked my book-
What is Scott doing?! Is he alive?-just kidding- back to normal.
Tooba’s getting ready to take notes-I wonder what she’ll write about. Kate is reading what I’m writing over my shoulder. She is amused. Dany has two pencils in her hair.
Yesterday she had only one-I wonder if I needed to borrow a pencil one day if she would pull it out of her head and give it to me, or if they’re not sharpened or if she’s possessive of them and wouldn’t want to share.
What’s on TV tonight? Poop, I have Key Club.
Scott’s doing it again-I think he needs a tree.
Notre Dame sucks.
Molly is staring at me. She’s a cutie pie. I love Molly. I wish they sold Molly in a store. I would buy her- I don’t mean she’s like a prostitute or something. That’s not what I meant. Wow, I feel like a dirt bag now.
I wonder what Matt is writing. Huh, Molly is cracking her knuckles. Huh. Dany has a spoon in her mouth that I think she’s chewing on. Huh.
I just said ‘Huh’ three times. Maybe it has something to do with the trinity. Huh.
Anna and Scott are both touching their ears. I think they must be soul mates. I like Molly’s boots. Molly is the best. Dany’s spoon is on her nose now. Huh. Dany is one strange bird.
Lindsay looks bored. I think she needs a tree.
I wonder who’s on the back of Kyrstal’s Yankee shirt.
I think I’ll make yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting to bring in on Friday.

Times up

“Blipping out…” Paula’s shirt makes me want chocolate…I love chocolate. I really want a Hershey Kiss. I love Hershey Kisses. I like this tree. It’s a strange color green for a tree. I think I had a tree similar to this one when I was little. I never played with it because it was prickly. Ugh-I’d hate to be a farmer and I’d getting up in the morning. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to live on a farm. I would be bored out of my mind. Farms smell too. I hate Anse, I have no sympathy for him. He takes no initiative to make his life better, and yet he complains all the time. He’s just so stupid. What kind of man can’t even smooth out a quilt? Honestly…This tree is great! It’s like I don’t exist while I have it on my desk. I have no obligation to talk. The conversation carries on…it’s like being here without being here. It’s insane. Everyone wants a tree. I’m not sure if everyone wants a tree because it’s something different or because it excuses people from talking. Egyptian? “Walk like an Egyptian” I don’t think it’s the same thing. It was the belief system of the Egyptians to prepare for death early. Addie is just an insane pessimist. I love Paula’s hair. My hair is curly. But I can’t get my hair to curl like hers. It’s very organized. Anna cannot be comfortable the way she is sitting. She must be in such severe pain. Another AP English love discussion. My favorite. Too bad Molly has a tree…her input in love discussions is always entertaining. Now I don’t want to put the tree back-I have no idea what is being discussed. Middle school-what awkward years. Seriously, seventh grade dating is so ridiculous. Oh no. No awful dating stories…ok…I think I’m done.

My mother is a fish. I’m really stressed, and sitting here discussing As I Lay Dying is not helping. It’s an abomination of God. The book, I mean. The class isn’t half bad.

I might actually win best dressed. Lots of people are voting for me. It’s astonishing, really, because up until this year I didn’t give a rat’s ass what I wore. I would wear scrubs and hippie skirts everyday.

Semi might be awesome. It might be horribly awkward, but probably it will be awesome. Well, I can’t really dance. How does one fast dance with another person? It’s damned near impossible.

Maybe if I write this for long enough I won’t have to listen to people talk. WHO CARES? Never mind, I’m not going to write that because it’s pompous. Although, if you can guess who this is, you can guess what was almost immortalized humiliatingly on paper.

Brain fart

“That’s what I came to see you about”

I get 6’s and 7downs. Bull! It sucks, really! I suck at finding DIDLS. That’s why I’m having a DIDL party, to which only DIDLs will be invited.

Young Politician’s Club. Politics and Government Club, I mean. I switched practices just to go to it.

Right now the class is talking about the randomest things. I can no longer concetrate. I’m gonna Peace it.

I think I may have OCD. Probably not, though. I don’t know. I don’t think I know anything. I really envy trees. Trees aren’t affected by society, but people still cut them down. Poor trees. But I still envy them. I need to stop thinking about trees.

Love. College. Life. Ahhh

La la la…oh my gosh,..

Books. I really want to go to Barnes and Noble. Do you use & or “and”? Ah relationships! “Shapes to fill a lack”…I don’t know if I agree. Yes, no, maybe so. I have a big headache.

I love my parents.

I really have a headache. I really can’t wait for Friday so I can go to Romito’s and eat a ham and brie sandwich melted on a 7” crusty.

I think about Waiting for Godot so much. I feel like Vladimir.

Am I supposed to find the meaning of life? Ah.

Oh me Oh my. I want to go to Barnes and Noble and drink Panera’s iced green tea.

I’m scared to go to college. Let’s mot think about the future. I want to live in a fantasy novel. As long as I don’t get eaten by a dragon. That would not be fun.

WHY DO I CARE?

He has such pretty eyes

Weeeeee!
OMG I thought that was so creepy how Darl was like “yes yes yes yes yes yes yes”
Megan has like the pretties eyes. I can’t believe she didn’t even get nominated on the senior ballot.
I’m so gonna bomb this AP Bio test next block.
Why would you name your son Cash? Wow.
I feel so sorry for Jared. He got rejected from Notre Dame.
Ughh. I have like 50 college essays to write.
I can’t believe this.
Whoa! Mike has an entire bag of Halls cough drops on his desk.
I think love is when you actually, truly care about the person, and it doesn’t matter even if you can’t be with them. You have to seriously care.
Why is Danny trying to balance a spoon on her nose?
I wonder if I have a meeting after school today.
Ms. Huba, like, hates me.
Emily, what? You want to whip out your post-its even when you’re reading a book that’s not for class? I don’t even have post-it notes. You’re crazy.
I wish I was tall.
I wish I was smart, too.
I’m the only person writing right now—I feel weird.
Hey! I’ve never actually tried vitamin water. One time I stayed after school for something nd there as some stuff that looked like Vitamin water but it wasn’t vitamin water, but I thought it was vitamin water so I bought the raspberry one, and it tasted like ****, Wow. I am stupid. I can’t believe myself.
I have no idea what people are talking about right now.
On time I fell in the toilet.
Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhhhhhhhh.
Everyone just please shut up.
Ok, I seriously don’t belong in this class.

Almost comic…what is he talking about, this is such a weird day. I hung out with Mrs. R almost all B/C block, who does that? This is a weird day Mrs. Disa got to school today at 6:05. I hadn’t ever I just got hit in the head by a plane that Dany through. What…no WHY DO I CARE?? I am so sick of trying to rush through all the books I really wish that everyone would shut up while I am writing and why does everyone ask permission to read things from their sections it’s so stupid speaking of stupid I hate Lindsay’s jacket that color is so stupid I hate that blue. Yeah so I still don’t have a date to the semi. Yesterday wasn’t a success, who to ask. Maybe Dave will have an idea he is a good friend just like Tom, I wish Tom was back to normal why are we talking about hungry kids. Who should I go with—why didn’t I ask someone back in late October or early November. That would have made life easier—why would someone steal a suit jacket. It’s so studid or rather stupid. Wow why can’t I spell. No I CAN SPELL. I CAN DO IT. I wonder if we will be jumping today. I love jumping. High jump is the best. Well it’s 11:50 and we don’t have enough time to finish the book yay!!! I really to do my micro prep I just don’t care because I am sick. This is weird I need to snap out of it. I don’t want to go to college no I do don’t do don’t do do do DON’T DO DO. It’s just that I have more friends and have all the stuff I have wanted for all of high school I know I can tell my friends anything and that reminds me I should tell Dave. I almost forgot…lol! Well I wish whoever has to read this the best of luck. Anywho back to me, me, me! I have been Jewel screws the damn horse WTF? Everyone is selfish and jealous in this book As I Lay Dying. And Molly and Aud both finish their thoughts and they started after me.

I hate my braces. I wish that they were off. My face is still looking ok even without the proactive while I was sick this weekend and my glasses are falling off my head and Now I just took them off. I need to fold them. Megan fails at life in a good way though.

Who should I go to semi with? Dave will help me. He is a good friend just like Tom. Tom knows and Dave doesn’t I should talk to Tom Tom is a good friend and I am on to page 3 three tres yay. Wow I am writing a lot and it’s been like a million minutes since I started writing and I should probably put the tree back. I can’t want to go home my braces off. I’m glad I’m not a tree. Being a tree would get boring I have to do my micro stuff on Tull still well it’s time to be done who should I go to semi with a what is up on 195 where he is talking I really don’t care Paula and Megan are writing and I am done. My friends are the best. Josh is a cool kid I forgot his book!