School's back.

and it sux.
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I've been through all of Xmas break and most of the last week of shcool . . . I'm going to start spelling it like that.
Today was the first day back, but yesterday I had to be at school to go to an A. Team tournament in Richplace.
It was cool cause Brady brought an extra DS for me on the bus so Evan, Brady, and I were all pictochatting and playing Mario Kart the way up there. The pictochatting was great cause everything I drew had fangs. Evan said it got unoriginal after a while, but I thought it was cool. Cause my waffle took a bite outta his waffle.
We lost, won, lost in Richplace. The questions were hard! We hardly topped one hundred on the game we won! There was CALCULUS! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And then, okay, here's the real story: They said we lost the one we won! They said we lost and we didn't! The scorekeeper had no idea what she was doing and switched us and the other team around on the score sheet. It was even sighed and everything! But we eventually complained enough to the right people, got Mrs. Scary involved, and changed the score back to the way it was supposed to be.
Evan got the man in charge first to find Mrs. Scary, but first he asked the other team if they won and they were like, "Well . . . um . . . you know . . . uh . . . we're not sure . . . erm . . ."
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Today:
First hour changed to PE and its sucks. Marty, the gym teacher, is an idiot. He's not only an idiot, he's a bald idiot who talks to much. He's Shelden in twenty years. It's insane. My parents had him, too. He opened the class with a talk about how all people who didn't eat right and exercise were going to end up riding around on those little electric carts at Wal-Mart. It's not only PE, it's PE with an idiot teacher.
Geometery we moved seats again. Brady now sits by Ethan and Evan by Haylee and I sit by the wall and my purse. I'm in the corner alone. Which means I'll get my homework done, but it also means I'm all by myself. I'm sad.
English remains the same. Except we have a senior in our Eng 1 class which is a little odd. At least he's a cool senior one of the nice ones. We're reading The Most Dangerous Game.
Nothing exciting happened at lunch today. Brady gave me his cookie! And his chips! He made that little part of my day. I've been trying to be happy all day (that should please you, Evan), but it just doesn't work. I'm just sunny for about ten minutes and then something happens that bursts my happibubble. Moving seats, having gym, moving seats, being ignored, being yelled at, you know. And now I'm not in a good mood. I'm in a Brady mood. He gets in these sorts of moods a lot. It's a jaw clenching mood.
In science we moved seats too, but she just let you move if you wanted. I'm still where I was because I was going to move back one and sit in front of Evan, but that one girl sat her stuff down just as I stood up. Reviewing my day isn't helping this foul mood.
In Art my day got a little better. Mr.S helped. He lent me two books: Dear New Girl Or Whatever Your Name Is and Mütter Museum.
Dear New Girl is made from a bunch of notes that a teacher kept from her classroom that different artists illustrated. It's really cool. There's notes calling people freaks, talking about boy/girlfriends, arguing, it's just really interesting how the artists used the notes in their work.
Mütter Museum is a collection of photographs from the museum. It was a hospital where they kept all this weird stuff like Siamese twin fetal skeletons, arms with horns, and pictures of legs during different emotions. Some of the pictures are really gross, but some of them are really cool. The fetal skeletons look like pygmy people. They're part of the cool stuff. I imagine they wouldn't be as cool if they weren't just skeletons. Maybe it's something about them looking so friendly and happy for skeletons. Not really like an adult skeleton. They have this sort of charm to them.
Mr. McMealy asked us about what we did over Xmas vacation in class today. He said he became an Anarchist over the break and half the class cheered. He told the same story everyone's hearing right now about getting a passport, but having to have a seal on his birth certificate to get one, and getting one at the health department, but to get his birth certificate with a seal on it he had to use the drivers license he got with the birth certificate that didn't have a seal. I looked at the books Mrs.S gave me.
In biology we jumped right back into class with a review.
And now I'm here.

---But I'm jus' a do-nothin' . . .