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I'm Lonley...
"When you need directions, I'll be your guild."
Yeah, there's no one to talk to right now. I'm listing to some music. Right now, I'm listing to Death Cab For Cutie. I like them, their cool. And to make things worste, Firefox isn't working, so I have to go on crappy Internet Explorer. The writing looks purple or something. Or, I'm going blind. Either one, it doesn't matter. It's almost 12, it's Wednesday.
I'll tell you 'bout my day, since that would past some time.. It started out really slowly. Nothing much happened. So, then it was rock climbing. Which I hate, a lot. I didn't climb, I'm glad I didn't. All I did was the thing were you sit down, or something. And where your the extra person to hold the ropes for the other person. It was pretty funny actually, Richard, he went flying all over the place. Kyle was like "HOW DO I MAKE HIM GO DOWN?! WHAT THE ********!" Then Richard's shirt went all the way up, while he was still swinging like crazy. Then when Kyle found out how to let the ropes down, Richard just dropped. Then he was like "Kyle, that wasn't necesary." Then we were all giggling, and staring at him. He didn't notice that we were, when he actually did, he was like "Wow, that was emberassing."
Talkin' 'bout Richard, he went out with Grace for like, what? 5 days? I swear, I'll give the next couple that actually stay together for longer 3 months 20 bucks. Not counting Meghan and Steven, they've been going out since the middle of 5th grade. That's a lot. So anyways...
I'll get back to rock climbing; it was Liz's turn. (It's funny, I have all of the Lizzie's in my class...) So yeah, she went up like, 4 rocks and she was like "MIKE MOVE." When Mike wasn't even close to her. Then she started screaming, and like spazzing out. Then she climbed down. It was kind of weird. Everyone's going crazy...
So, after that I had to go eat which was annoying. Rachel was sitting in our table, and she just kept staring at me. Brian came by, and I swear he might as well have said "Oh, I was just in the neihberhood, but are you going to eat those grapes?" Well, since I talk a lot about Brian, I'll tell you a small little thing about him. He's been a vegetarian ever since like, 5th grade or something. He's kind of...um..."colorful", meaning gay-like. He talks gay-like and stuff. He's a really really really healthy person. He eats about a billion fruits and vegetables a day. So anyways, he comes by and he's like "OH LIZZIE! HI! ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE THOSE GRAPES?" What was I suppose to say "No, Brian just go away." I mean, I see him often, and stuff. And it's not like I was going to eat them. So I'm like "Um, no, you can have them." Then he was like "OH, THANK YOU LIZZIE, YOUR SO GREAT." Then he takes my grapes and leaves. Then I think to myself, 'so great?' what is this? A corny commercial? So that's that.
This Monday, we're going to have to do something with The Decloration Of ******** Independence. Since we live in Pennsylvania, we know most of the things like we know that 5 + 5 = 11. Meaning, we sort of get it. I mean, probably more than most people, because it's like they have to teach more about it because we live in Pennsylvania. And I swear, if I have to see that stupid bell one more time, It's going to have another crack down the middle. So yeah, I'm not looking torwards that. I don't see why we even have to do any of that. Some crazy therapist.
It's 12:05. Hm, what else can I say... I'm trying to think if anything happened, but nothing interesting ever happens. I wan't to hang out with Kaouthar, but she's in major trouble, which is actually kind of funny. I'm sure I won't do anything tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, or two years after that. Internet Explorer sucks so badly.
So, how are you guys doing? Yeah, that's great. It's 12:11....I'm going around the CB, I guess. As Tucker would say "Oh, wow, this is depressing." I have no one to talk to. Not even my very bad friends. Or Steven.
Oh god, thinking about cutting makes me feel weird..I was just randomly thinking about it......I guess.
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