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Today was good, overall.

P.E. was somewhat annoying though, because I ALWAYS end up on Matt Harris's team. So the class kind of went like this:

Malcolm: Get ready.
Me: Oh s**t.
Matt: Hike.
*Malcolm goes over to tell him to pass to me*
*Matt does*
Me: *I roll my uninjured ankle while running, lose my balance, and fumble the ball* ********.
Malcolm: Okay, try again. Swoop out and in.
Me: Please no.
*Malcolm goes to tell Matt again*
Matt: *looks around for any other option than me*
Me: *open* *running*
Matt: *throws* MEGHAN!
Me: *catches it on the run*
Malcolm: YEAH!
Me: Don't pass to me anymore.

Then right after my touchdown:

Holmes: Okay everyone, last one down on their knee.
Me: *Huhh....what?*
Everyone else: *drops to their knee*
Me: ********** *takes the ball* *makes an awesome kick that goes over everyone's heads*
Holmes: OH HO HO! Where'd that come from?
Me: ...Soccer?

I don't like the football rules, because the only useful girls on either teams are the blonde Shannon, Kirsten, Shelby, and me, I guess. And we score more points if the guys get the girls to score, so I'm screwed..

AND LET ME TELL YOU, I don't think Matt Harris has EVER said my name before, and then he just up and yells it. It was kind of...strange? At least he doesn't talk to me anymore like he did in freshman year.

Then on the late bus, after helping decorate the school wall (I think you would have enjoyed it, Jordan, because there were only a few people around like Cassie, Val and me, and we just got to color and make the cheerleader and field hockey people into whores) I got on the bus. And Jake RAPED MY EARS by telling me that Nick Demosososososthenis's goal is to have sex with twenty girls by the end of senior year, and has already started planning then out.

burning_eyes

*sticks finger down throat*

On another note;

You know what I want to do? I want to spend an entire day and read every single entry all of you have ever posted in your journals, including my own. I want to remember how we've lived and joked and small-talked, and I want to see all the little ways we've died and shriveled and screamed. I want to see what we've learned, if anything. I want to think that at the end of that day, I'll have accomplished something; have gotten a worthwhile epiphany or new outlook on things. We've been on this site for what, two, three years? We've shared little whispers in our heads and mind-blowing secrets.

What have we gotten out of it?