I wanted to get home early tonight, but that didn’t happen. I feel bad leaving. So I stay and pain. I have the fingernails of a homeless person. Bad day. People working with me could probably tell I wasn’t in a good mood. So ready for my whining? Cause I am.
I got paint. on everything. My H&M bag, my American Apparel, my hands and face, the floor, on other people. Even got it on my pants. But that was on purpose. I like painting and drawing, but I don’t like being the worst one. Its nice to see my ideas come to life, but I hate that my parts look the worst.
Bleh. I don’t like whining because its annoying when other people do it. So I’ll stop.
“If I was a girl, I would get pregnant as many times as possible, then have abortions after the third month of being pregnant so I would deliver a potato sized 1/3 developed dead fetus, then I would take the fetus, put it in a jar of preservative liquid and put it on a shelf in a secret room in my house. And I would do it until I had so many the rooms walls were nothing but potato sized aborted fetuses. Then I would have a kid and when they’re bad I would make them sit in the fetus room and remind them of how easily I could have aborted their ass.”—
During second period the lame little weeeedle weeeedle weeeedle sounded off. One girl died of an electrocution. We all got under the desks and waited. and waited. and waited. We were probably just waiting for the “aftershocks” to stop. We started to talk about Earthquake safety. “Wheres the safest place to be? The school” “What should you keep under your bed? Shoes” Some students started to sing and harmonize. Bar Bar Barbara Ann…
and waiting. and waiting.
We heard people starting to file out and doors open. But we never got a call or someone to tell us we were clear. The rule is don’t move. There was more waiting and waiting. Shira and I were supposed to be at our stations awhile ago.
Finally search and rescue came with a crow bar. Apparently our door was jammed and nobody told us. Cool.
Ran out to leadership and get everything. People were happy I was alive. Everyone was on the field. I honestly don’t know what I would do in a real earthquake. If someone actually died in my classroom, or something fell on someone. I’d have to see if I’d be able to step up or if I would be broken from it.
I will make a great old person. Ate dinner at 5:30 and now I’m ready to sleep.
Worked on board game project. Copied one game and added random little things. It looks nice. Need a good grade on it. I am so mean to Taylor. I should stop, but she is so funny. Hypocondriac and a country music fan.
Bought a Snuggy pattern for a dollar. Ima be rollin in snuggies.
Because none of my posts have any flow anyway, here is a picture of me and Kate from awhile ago. We were being anti-social at out neighbors party and I had a juicebox.
PSAT in the morning. I had to blow my nose and it was really quiet so it felt really loud and awkward and I hate the PSATs. And I didn’t get my jacket.
Went to my “job”. Pulled stables and paper clips out of legal document binders and copied them into a email. My mom wouldn’t let me shred in case I did everything wrong.
Ate McDonalds. Healthy.
Internet and worked on the stupid gameboard project. I start cutting paper and then I think its a good idea to cut out words and then I remember I hate cutting letters, especially A P R B and G. Still so much work on that.