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stressed ehh, third time I have to type this, but I will. Ok, Friday the 13th, wasn't all that bad. Why are some people so superstitious stare it's not like Satan's gonna drag em down.... Aww well, there was this kooky legend to that saying that this King ordered his knights to kill all those who seeked the Holy Grail in the medieval times. Like over a thousand were killed on Friday the 13th xp That doesn't really explain anything. My grandma broke her leg today, maybe it is bad luck, but that was only because my grandpa accidentally stepped on the gas while my grandma was getting out, and fell. Well, nothing bad happened to me if you count almost getting run over by a truck. I was like in my school parking lot when it happened. The guy was hitching up the dumpster to the dump truck when I guess he didn't pull the brakes (I know nothing about dump trucks except they collect trash now leave me alone) when the truck started to slowly creep forward, or at least what my friends say.

I was standing on the edge of the sidewalk when it's bumper kind of rammed into my back. It didn't hurt, but it bowled me over with my legs under the front of the truck between the wheels. Everyoen was screamin like, "OMG SHE'S GONNA GET RUN OVER!!!!!!!!" before the driver finally realized and jammed the brakes (which I heard was stuck on brakes a few minutes later). Then one of my friends Matt ends up slamming his head against the brick wall while playing Hand ball in gym, ends up getting sent to the hospital in an ambulance, unconcious. That's liket he second time that's happened to him. But My grandma broke her leg today, maybe it is bad luck, but that was only because my grandpa accidentally stepped on the gas while my grandma was getting out, and fell.

Well, when I fell I guess I crushed my project for math, this candy wrapper and scale factor thing that I finished coloring this morning. Too bad I used Crunch, stupid curving bubble letters, but at least I didn't choose Reese's with those looping letters mad . Just 6 problems for homework, not gonna do it yet cause I'm lazy like that, then came social studies second period. I forgot to do my homework questions for The Drummer Boy of Shiloh (civil war time idiots not about the dog) and so I rushed through it. No homework there, and 3rd period language arts. Good thing I remembered, as I had to turn in those questions, and my teacher made a rule of no homework over weekends, how nice, being in her Honor language arts class, she's supposed to have like 2 pages of homework for us, but she then implied that rule to all periods. That's great for her to know, Nader-French's extremely disorganised, don't get me wrong, she's a good person, but NOT as a teacher domokun .

We read the I Have A Dream speech, Martin Luther King Jr. was a pretty powerful person. Reminds me of this little song that I sang back in like 3rd grade Dr. King, Dr. King, Dr, King was a civil rights leader..... Dr. King, Dr. King, Dr. King was a civil rights leader childish yes but then again I don't care what you think Then came one of my all time favorite classes choir (I don't care if you don't like choir cuz my choir class rocks). I can see that a class full of about 70 students singing in the 8th grade mixed choir, along with Ms. Brinkman the woman with ADD and actually has a sense of humour that we all laugh at. The songs we sing are cool, like The Ash Grove which is this Welsh song translated into English, my favorite A La Carte which is 4 part harmony Soprano Second Soprano Baritone and Alto. Speaking of A La Carte I want to sing it (being a first soprano is fun)

Wolfgang Amadeaus (shut up about my spelling scream ) Mozart.
Had, a lovely little go-cart. He took it out, without a word,
and rode it all, around, Salzburg but as he hurtled down the Strasse.
His papa Leopold came after. He said my boy, get off that toy, go home at once
and write a symphony or two. Then sister Nan, came running double quick.
She said Papa, the harpsichord's been nicked
*high notes* Last Night, 'Twas swiped, poor brother Wolfgang will break his heart.
Said Amadeaus actually, there wasn't, any burglary what do, you think, I used,
to make this cart. *piano* da da doo da dee da doo, da da da da da
*first sopranos, that's me and a few others* Wolfgang Amadeaus Mozart, had a
lovely little go-cart. He took it out, without a word, and rode it all around Salzburg
but as he hurtled down the Strasse *second Sopranos come in singing the same thing* and then everyone joins in after one or the other says "Strasse" then comes a series of "Beep beep, vroom vroom"s and at the end it's like
*piano* da, da, da da, da, doo, da da-dee-da-da-doo, da-dadadadadada Da
*everyone* Up, in heaven there's a go-cart *dat dat* built, by Amadeaus Mozart.
It doesn't flyyyyyyyyyy, it doesn't zoooooooooom.... But it plays a lovely tune *deet*

Then after that it's physical science. I like the subject, except that the teacher (Volk) doesn't get much. He's like a giant unevolved ape no kiddin his knuckles are hairy, so are his arms, it's just, Eugh mad xp mad get what I'm saying. He's nice, only when we're on task like doing our experiments with densities. Findign the density of gas is so complicated, but at least I got it done. Blue dots and summary questions are homework, I'll do that later along with the rest. Then at hte end of the day for my final period is French 101 (now 102 since it's after winter break, and I dont' care if you say "Spanish is more productive in teh U.S. and blah blah blah" at least I can cuss out people in French as long as they aren't from Quebec stare ) With warmups, stories in French, more homework, I think I forgot my notebook full of notes on French at school, screw that, and French's like the highlight of my day after dreadful science. It's fun cuz it has like 15 kids, but gets surprisingly loud since the loudmouths keep talking. But it's quiet since Matt wasn't here to say anything, hope he's ok. Also with the added grossness of the smartest kid in teh whole school, caught the attention of Ms. Tanner as he was chewing on an erasor. That may not be that gross, but he chews on absolutely everything no joke about it. He chews on protractors, anything that he can latch his teeth onto, he's a good kid, jsut talks too fast using big words that are fun to say "huh" at, plus he's reading this book called The Study of Physics which is like 8 inches thick neutral . He's a good kid, a Star Wars fanatic, carries this "lightsaber" that really does look like one and bult it himself but doesn't work (duh xp ) along with his calculator in his back pocket.

Sigh, sitting here eating pizza, oh yay are the nightmares going to come tonight (yes I believe eating pizza before sleeping gives you nightmares, it happens to me all the time so be quiet) and soooo bored. I regret ever coming on to Gaia, it's soo addicting, I need to keep up my title as the Ruler of Neoschools: Yes I do play Neopets, I don't care what you think since you can't hate it unless you've tried it, I'm pretty well known for ruining Neoschools acting as the rebel in teh class, it's fun plus I'm already added into Neopian History, it's a good way for people to know you, even when on the Internet. I like the name "Ruler" people idolize me (I have 3 stalkers, one a fan the other 2 report happy idiots who love reporting me for spelling mistakes) but people might've gone overboard and calling me "Goddess" stare

It's nice of them, but it was a tiny bit over the ante sweatdrop . Oh well, but it's annoying watching the people copy my methods, but they jsut say it's only becuase "they admire me" well, ruling 42 neoschools is alright, just some going for my titel prefer to kick people and spit at their faces rather than using the fun way of spitwads, escalating into ramming the place with bulldozers, my methods that are full-proof. I'm also responsible for driving 28 teachers insane, that's something to be proud of xd and yeah.

I think I'll stop for the day, but it seems as though I'm typing this for the amusement of you people reading this out there, either that or it's the fact that this is where my sister can't reach my journal/diary. Toodles