2004-09-09
the great and powerful schnoz
Hello beautiful wonderful sunshines. How are you doing in your seperate and equal lives? Having a blast? Good.
So, I totally own at being a Senior. I have the worst case of Senioritis, but yet I still do my homework on time. The only symptom of Senioritis I have seems to be the cocking off bit. The part where I stand up and shout rude things because I can. In the last three days, every word out of my mouth has been a curse and every thing I have done in class has been slovenly and crude. I love life. Except I don't cock off in College Prep because she expects that kind of nonsense and actually feeds off of it. What sick mind doth bring this to light? Mrs. O. that's who.
Tomorrow the swim team has the overnight in a bigger city an hour distance. We stay overnight because in the morning we have something called the "Patriot Pentathalon". Which means two meets in a row. The freshmen are never going to be able to handle it. In my life I have never met a bigger group of whiners. "I can't swim I have hiccups. I can't do starts today my stomach hurts." Good god. Quit, shut up, or die. Those are your options. Choose wisely. I can actually feel my blood pressure rising sky high as I type this paragraph so I am going to stop while I still feel it beating.
I have to write an essay about something abstract, current, or personal for College Prep. Rightly so, I have chosen abstract. The subject matter is passion. Surely you can guess what I have a passion for. No not sex, drugs, rock&roll, or Yahtzee. Writing you silly rabbits. I am going to write a whole essay about my passion for writing. Not this diary of course, but my other poetry diary. Hopefully I can pass off a good grade. She might think I am trying to brown nose, but I swear I have never brown nosed in my life.
In other news:Today in band I played a flute trick on Mr. Nerdnuts and he almost bought it, which had Larissa, Sambo, and I rolling on the ground with laugher. Hello Senior year!
This has been your trickster diarist. Pull my finger and watch what my flute does.
Quote of the day:"Larissa, pass your flute off to Ahna. Kristin, give me your piccolo."-[Sambo]