November 25, 2005:
According to Satan . . . er . . . Mrs. H, I'm a 'nonstop talker'. The amount of confusion this causes me is incredible, and she only made me question even more when she sent me on a 'time out' to sit next to a PE teacher and the nerdiest sophmore ever. Why? Well, apparently listening to your friends plan a Harry Potter excursion and saying, at the most, five sentences, constitutes me to be this 'nonstop talker'. Add in the fact that everyone else was talking and it was at our 'Catholic' mass makes me even more confused. So confused I could, in an extremely angsty moment, find myself trying to find myself.
Maybe I shouldn't feel so bad, though. Jane had to sit next to the witch and was constantly getting poked for alleged 'talking'. She was probably just smiling. Such a sin.
Talk about holding grudges, been meaning to get that out since Tuesday and couldn't, due to the fact I'd already posted. )=
Anyways. Hope you like the lightning. Yes. Back to that again. With reason. =D And oh, aren't the pretty ones always evil? Tragic, that.
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