02oct04

Yesterday...I lost my Kogepan thing. You know the one that was supposed to sing "old mcdonald had a farm", but ran out of batteries? Yeah. The one I nicknamed "your mom", to confuse the retards that I knew. The one that supposedly looked like a giant turd. A cute giant turd with the humongous head. I guess there are certain people out there that are pretty goddamn happy, *coughjoannabobgarycough* but really. It was a very tragic situation.

First of all, it had just gone through the surgical process, of getting its batteries changed, so it could sing again. However...by english class...i realized it was gone. I went through the entire school looking for it...except for my global class, which was on the third floor and I was too lazy to go up there. I checked the lost and found...but it was gone too. No one had seen it. No one. I'm pretty sure that even if someone had found it, they would have kept it. It was too cute to pass up.

I wonder where it is now? I just hope that it isnt being abused by some cruel owner that just keeps the poor thing on a table for the rest of its days. Kogepan need sunlight goddamnit! Why?! Why did this happen to my Kogepan?! WHY?! I prayed for its safety last night.

Good news is...that I finally got a cell. No special features or anything, but its good enough. I need to get some new wallpaper, cause the default ones are pretty ugly and boring. I still dont know how to work that thing yet.

And I need new chuck taylors. Cause mine are getting all nasty and old. I should start saving up money for either these or these. Probably the latter since I dont want to pay too much. Heh.

   Dreaming of the past @ 11:07 a.m.

13sept04

First day of school. That pretty much sums it all up. You know, the confusion, the chaos, and that horrible fear when you first step into the classroom.

Now, if you really dont want to hear me whine about how bad my day was then you really dont want to be here. Just skip this and leave. Now.

First of all, DONALD, decided to play a trick on us and ended up not leaving for townsend after all. So mean. I mean, he got us all worked up for his goodbye, and then he just strolls down to school, all happy, and pretending that nothing ever happened. Arrrghh. I mean, sure, I'm happy that he's still here, but it was mean, Donald. Very, very mean.

And other things to complain about. How could I not get accepted into art?! Not to sound like a complete jackass or anything, but, I'm (supposedly) really good at art. Or so they've been telling me. What is this?! Does Zusman not remember me or something?! I dont want 9th period free! What am I supposed to do then anyway? I dont want to go home early! It's really no fun. *sob*

Some seniors called us freshies. Even though we do still look like freshies, we're not. Kind of insulting really. Weird thing is, no one ever called me a freshman when I was a freshman, and now...yeah. Weird.

Apparently, my global teacher has the exact same grading policy as last year's teacher. Same thing with the homework and classwork and the whole "point system". Ugh. Hopefully, she's not going to be as horrible and strict as my last teacher was either. Cause if she does...I'm going to die.

I brought my "children" to school today. Hanging off my butt. All three of them. Jon called kogepan (nicknamed "your mom") a wad of shit, and it cried. He didnt even say sorry either. How mean. My chicken, also known as papaya, made friends with Cathy's blue bear. They were both being molested by the people around them. Horrible. And everyone said my teddy bear, who's name is chicken, was ugly. Assholes.

   Dreaming of the past @ 06:13 p.m.