Day of the Grudge

I love The Sun so much. It's a great magazine. XD I really like that story in October's edition Blessed Medows For Minor Poets by Poe Ballantine. "I know in college they teach you that S(Story)= 1+2+3, but it isn't true, not a real S anyway, not an S that doesn't have an H right after it, followed by an quick IT." That makes me smile.

Twilight Time: I don't remember. I was tired.

Health: We watched a dumb video on dealing with greif. It was stupid.

Geometery: We got an assignment in class to do over the weekend. I have suspicions Evan is going to the light side. He's actually been inside a Hollister store. DX --- Sweet! Primus's My Name is Mud! Sorry, radio goooooood. It's a cumulative reveiw. XL There's proofs.

English: We had Mr. Charming again and a reading worksheet Mr. Lawsomething'd left for us. I got it done and helped Evan a little bit. I read Werewolves some more. I read this one story Monster Mash about this girl and her band of friends. They were nerds. They got picked on. They formed a band called the Nerds (real creative XP). And the chick, Flashcat, was a werewolf. She was the drummer. I could totally be a werewolf. My doors and our land. That would be sweet. *sigh* Sadly I do not know of a place where I could get bitten.

Lunch: I got Greg's cheeze in return for having to take Brady's tray up today. It was good cheeze! Then Evan spotted some Knock-off Goldfish on the table across from us and said, "Hey, Ashley, Ashley, look." He grinned this completely smug twisted evil little grin. I winced and banged my head on the table, grumbling, "Leave me alone." He continued to laugh with Brady (once he'd pointed out to Brady what he was laughing at) and I worked up a good mad at him. I left the cafateria without waiting for any of them and went to---

Advisory: ---My advisory where I buried myself in my book and nursed my orange coal of anger.

Phys Sci: Sub in here too. We had another freaking hugemungus packet of worksheets. I was able to nurse my coal again. It was getting a little warmer.

Art: Evan scooted me down the tables because Haylee was coming to sit with "us." This made my coal glow a little brighter and I snapped, "Well, that's just fine because she's only coming to sit with you anyway." I talked to him as little as possible in that class except for when he made my hand slip and my paint go out across my forehead by nudging my elbow. I thought I was going to hit him. My face was hot and I got that feeling in your stomach when you know you should stop and count to 42 before continuing with any action whatsoever. I talked to what's her name instead of Evan. She's cool. She gave me this little green construction paper card the other day in Art Club that said "Happy October the Second!" And when you open it up it says "Here have an Acorn!" with a cut out of an acorn in the middle. I told her I would keep it and treasure it forever. It thrilled me! Yay!

Am His: I walked with Brady down there and we talked and I wasn't mad at him. Then Evan came in and I was coolly ignoring him and he just comes up and grabs my face. He squishes my cheeks together and said somehting stupid. Mr. McMealy came in and told him to sit down and he says something else that cracks me up. I just get really mad at him for a moment and shout, "I can't eve keep a decent grude against you, can I?!" He gives me this "who me?/j'you know j'you like eet" grin and I'm not mad at him anymore. We had to watch a video on "Robber Barrons" and "Captains of Industry" like Rockerfeller and Carnagie and That Other Guy. It was boring.

Biology: We took lots and lots of notes and Evan got to be Mrs. H's errand boy/teacher's pet. It was weird, but I figured out what he'd done. He'd stolen my brownie points! Gah! That no good sneeky theif! He just whisked them away from me and now I have few, if any, left! He'll stop at nothing, stealing people's luck, browine points, crackers, cookies, money, who knows maybe even I.Q. points! I'll bet he's stolen my I.Q. points! That's why I'm such an idiot this year! Ha! Yes, that's it!

140 days remain.

Then I came home and read The Sun and blogged. I have to get up at 5 to go to the craft show tomorrow. I should've told Evan about it so he could make some more sweet kniferings. Those would be hot sellers. I'll tell him later. Or if you read this I won't have to tell you. I'm sleepy now.

Oh, for my closing line today I will leave you with a song of my own. It's to be sung to the Barney "I love you" tune:

---I hate yew,
Yew hate me,
I'm onna kick you inna teef
Wid a great big boot
'As a steeeeee-al tooooooooooooooooooooooooooe!
Now you need ta see a dentist.