This is untitled because I really am just too lazy to put one in. I'm sort of angry, confused, frustrated, excited, nervous and depressed about going to the High School. Like my heart's in a blender, with my mind on spin cycle. I don't know what to do about it, High School isn't the end of the world or anything -right? So, why am I so freaked out about? The building change? The new people? The same old people? New teachers? Old teachers? Bald teachers? (We happen to have four -count 'em f-o-u-r, bald principals) It's not big deal...so why am I worrying so much about it? High School; maybe it's the name that freaks me out. Or it could be that none of my friends are in any of my classes and I share homeroom with the local slut: Chelsea Argonda. Hmm, yes, blame it on Chelsea...I feel better already.
MaddMaddie's Tip 'o The Day: Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good.
~Alice May Brock
 MaddMaddie · Thu Aug 23, 2007 @ 06:35pm · 0 Comments |
