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| I feel like my class has lost faith in committee. We can beat sophomores and seniors. We had that opportunity today. I can only cheer so loud.
Even if you hate rallies and Oxford and class committee, please just have a little class pride at least at the rally at the end of the year.
By the way, put on some pants Mr. Ung and Mr. Chewning.
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| my locker at school still has the brown paper bag cover on it from my birthday. The first few days it was filled with some birthday wishes and some nice doodles of woll smoth. Then one day I came to school and I saw that someone had drawn two penises and written things like "fuck me in the ass" and "fuck off asshole". I wasn't really angry. Maybe a little curious as to who did it. But then I decided that I wasn't going to take it down. Never! I will leave the innapropriateness displayed on campus until an administrator walks by and gasps in horror at the crudely drawn phalluses and rips it down themselves. I'm hoping that I'll have another day with it tomorrow and that it wasn't taken down over the weekend. Or better yet, I hope someone decided to go out and purchase one of those fat, industrial sharpies and draw one, huge penis. And I can't say it's my fault. Why would I draw penises on my locker? Actually, i'm kinda sad they stole the pen that was attatched to my locker. Vandals.
____________ Someone tore it down today. :[
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| It is 1:59 in the morning right now, and I don't really care. I spent a good majority of my time at home sleeping, eating and doodling robots. I'm not even tired. I'm so used to getting very little sleep and coming home to crash that staying up until 3 doesn't really phase me. What's interesting is one of those rare nights where I have an all nighter. There's something about seeing the night turn into day that gives me a feeling of peace. I remember my last all nighter I was in a great mood...well until I came home and napped for five hours. On the other hand, if I only get an hour of sleep I'll wake up irritated and with sore eyes. I'll snap at my dad and overuse profanities for the rest of the day.
It's weird. Last night (morning?) I had a dream that I couldn't think of what to write for EQ #5 for Casanova. My dream didn't have any pictures, it was just a barrage of thoughts. Maybe it wasn't a dream. I kept trying to write it in my head. I was panicking; fighting the urge to wake up and work and the urge to stay in bed. I would wake up and check the time. When I finally woke up at 6:30 I remembered that I had already written it the night before. Fail.
School is definately different. It's irritating sometimes. Almost everyday during Wittman or Rylarsdaam I wish for 5th or 6th period to be over. All the classes are mushed together in a five and a half hour block of instruction. I miss nutrition. I miss so much from last year. I wonder how I'm going to want to remember Oxford when I graduate. I liked last year. I think I'll remember that.
By the way, I lost my bottom retainer. While I was at school, my dad accidentally threw it away and the trash was collected sometime soon after that. I will now have crooked bottom teeth for the rest of my life. Oh well.
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| So I have not really updated my xanga in a long time. hopefully Michael won't read this and tell me to stop blogging and go to sleep. There are a lot of things on my mind. I've been thinking about choir. I miss choir so much. I almost regret deciding to borrow the 08 Broadway Show DVD from Daniel. Since 8th grade, I've always wanted to be in choir...actually, I didn't want to just be in it, I wanted to excel at it. I wanted to be a singer, dancer and performer. I wanted to be in Show Choir. So bad. I still do.. but choir's not really my "thing." Drawing is supposed to be. So I did art this year. But I decided that no matter what I am going to try out for Show Choir. I'm going to practice singing all year until tryouts. If I don't get in...well there's musical.
Also, I might (might) run for class officer. But that is months and months away.
Also, I should finish my song.
Also, I should finish my homework first.
what do you think about before you go to sleep?
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| I really just want to go somewhere with someone -- almost anyone -- and talk. No, I don't want to talk. I want to listen to whatever this person has on their mind. Or maybe get a phone call. Recently, I've had this need to understand people on a different, deeper level. But I don't really know how to go about initiating conversation.
By the way, it is 1:48 AM. This APUSH essay is insane.
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