Boring Monday

It's a boring Monday. What a surprise. I did get to doodle on my shiny white shoes, though. Evan helped and Brady yelled at me for not letting him help. Oopsie. I may go over to Evan's in a bit and help him make rings made out of forks. I would tell u how but you might steal the idea because it's so awesome. He's gonna sell them wholesale to my mom's jewelry company. I haven't got to come over and help since he's started because he was--- well, I wouldn't call it grounded, but there was something said about "having a family to be polite to." He was lucky to make it out on the Friday Ritual. Mr. B told me to put my shoes back on in English and pointed at the sign on his wall that reads, "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Class." I stopped doodling and put the half-doodled (that's sounds weird) shoe back on.
We were supposed to be playing basket ball in PE. Are you kidding me? I sat on the other side of the wall that sticks out from the bleachers and watched Addy and Marissa play with a volleyball and talked to Evan and Samantha. It was better that regular PE.
The algebra hag actually gave us homework today! The teachers aren't allowed to do that this week because we're doing more standardized testing tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope she gets fired.
We made these awesome cheeze biscuits in FACS. Oh, wow, I was in heaven and I didn't even have to cook. I sat and doodled on my shoes.
Went and worked on my art project in advisory. Mr. S told me I should take a photography class over the summer and I'm thinking about it. I'm gonna take a class at a local college summer dealy anyway, so why not photography. Oh, I'm wearing new green pants, instead of old blue jeans, they said it was a sign of the apocalypse.
Science was okay. We had to do the frippin' Chp. Review, but it was only about half and you had to get it done in class. I finished way early and sat in the back corner and talked to Evan and Greg.
Taylor loaned me this book called House by somebody and somebody else and it's kinda weird. He said it took him four hours to read the whole thing; he's either lying or he speed-reeds. Evan and Sara were sticking postie notes all over Mrs. H's classroom that said, "LET'S REED" on them. And Evan stole chocolate from that girl that sits in front of him, whatshername, and split it with me. It was good chocolate.
Oh, Social Studies was generally sucky. We're doing a "Foldable" whatever the heck that's supposed to mean. It's this big piece of paper you've got to fold into little sections and fill out these sections with information and it's gotta be big and colorful so that that frumpy old woman that teaches the class can read it from three miles away. On the plus side, we've got three days of class to do it in. Yay!
---I'm gonna go make some forks!