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My very unimportant life
Yesterday was a long long day. I went to school and was throughly confused like every other day. Our substitute for Chem failed to show up, so we had free reign of the classroom for all of second hour. In third hour (drama) we had that super fun lady, mrs. kaiser. what a bitch. I think you've all had her at one time or another, she's the one that wears the air purifier around her neck, and screams at anyone that accidentally puts on lotion. I couldn't help it if turtle and i had dry hands.

Fourth hour, had a quiz. Nothing new. I'm going to go and finish that novel tomorrow. Huckleberry Finn. Not a hard read at all, and I like it because it's fast paced and is so literal. Lunch, food. I'm weaning myself off of caffiene. It's not working too well.

Fifth hour, Civics, with Ahmed. It was time for my lovely debate, and I do believe that my statistics about the bodies found in the WTC rubble really did help my arguement. Over 19,000 separate body parts were found. There were only 259 bodies intact. Almost 3,000 people died. I wouldn't have wanted to clean that up at all. Oh, and my subject was about secrect evidence via the Patriot Act signed into law on October 26, 2001 by Bush. Really, not much to argue for, I certainly don't believe it helps anything, but that just makes it all the better that I'm winning on absolutely nothing but my debating skills.

I took my quiz in sixth hour (algebra II) and I got an eighty. I forgot what the mantissa and characteristic were. Actually, i switched them around. I should have double checked in the book, but i didn't. oh well. I still have to do that whole chapter of homework before the test. The test is Monday.

Jessie rode the bus home with me. I enjoyed that. Carl tied his shoe to the air vent in the top of the bus, and left it there. He also put pieces of yellow duct tape on the ceiling, almost like streamers. It actually looked pretty cool.

We had to be to school again around four, so we got chinese and ate it in the band hallway. Yes, my friends, that's why it smelled so bad.

The bus ride to Coopersville is scenic. Cows and fields and more cows and barns.

Wind Ensemble got straight two's. We deserved it. Our performance was no where it could have been, but we performed as we did in class. Our band could be so damn good if a few people just practiced a little more, but you can't force people to do something that they don't want to do. I got really stressed out about a few things that shall remain unknown at the moment while we were there. Being around certain people for too long is like slowly poisening yourself. I ended up balling my eyes out for about an hour. I talked to Alice about a few things and it really helped to know that I wasn't alone for what I felt and what I thought.
On the bus ride home i sat across from the lesbians known as becky and jessie. No, i'm just kidding, but i think they should stay away from caffiene and sugar, though. We can blame it on the cupcakes. I sat with Zac and we talked about a lot of things on the ride home. I haven't talked to him like that since Florida, and it was really nice. The only bad part about the whole bus ride home was the really annoying red flashing light in the front of the bus from the camera. At least I'm short enough to duck below the seat so I couldn't see it. It was giving me a headache. I just devoted two sentences to a flashing red light. That's pretty sad.

Anyway, so I got home and completely crashed. Well, I read my tarot cards first. And then I went to sleep. It helped me understand everything a lot better.

This morning I got up at seven and went to flute choir. Our snare drummer for our march came today and it helped that song so much. I play bass flute on it, and it was awesome because everyone finally stayed together. On our mass number, Ode to Joy, i stood next to this one girl. She played really really loud. And she couldn't count. I didn't say anything to her because i didn't want to be mean, but I won't be by her next weekend. By the way, our concert is next Saturday night (In grand rapids), see me or the poster on the bandroom door if you're interested.

So then I went up to the lake and worked for a few hours. We went out for supper to the Coral Bar. That was fun. The band that was playing there really sucked though, and they were way too loud. Although, I wasn't too worried, because they're a bar band. That's just what bar bands do.

I got back to the lake, and I had already decided that I wasn't going to stay the night for certain reasons, so I came home. Sam and Alaina and various cousins of mine were there. They're probably all watching some movies right now. Oh well. You do what you gotta do.

Congrats if you made it through my enormously long entry. If you didn't, I don't care. It's just my life. I'm not sure it even interests me sometimes.

michelle.

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