2002-05-29/4:10 p.m.

paper bag princess

i didnt understand a certain question of my math homework, so i asked ms scotchburn about it. sure, it doesnt seem like a big deal, but it was. it is. whatever. i asked her about it and she drew the diagram on the board. after that, i started solving it out loud and she told me to wait because other people may not understand it. so woo - i understand it. i also volunteered a bunch of answers. its the only thing that will keep me awake in math. well, participating and mikes come-ons that he says are friendly but everyone takes them as being friendly. good ol mike.

today in guitar class i worked on eine klein nachtmusique or something like that. i cant speak german. pfft. its by mozart. so yah, i practiced that for guitar band because my group was off doing anything but practicing the exam piece, i imagine. after like an hour i got really bored though, so i wandered over to mr j and graham. they were at the piano. mr j was teaching graham some stuff. twas kewl. i didnt really understand it because i hadnt heard the first hour of it, but i figured that if i was gonna not be practicing music, at least i could be listening to music theory. maybe i will pick up things by osmosis or something. maybe.

during lunch i listened to danny and read catch-22. im almost done. well...two thirds of the way through. im on chapter 27 and theres 42 chapters or something. meh.

after i am done, i shall lend the book to autumn. i shall. i shall also buy closing time which is the sequel. good ol sequel.

today many people commented on the fact that i have the same jeans as a lot of other people. by many i mean three people. i said that i was aware of the fact and that im not too surprised because jean companies can only make a profit if they mass produce pants. the people ignored me and kept commenting on my jeans. i think that they have misconceptions about my image. bahaha. image. anyways, if i even have an image, i bet that those people think that mine is derived on being different. if those people think that, then they are wrong. i dont do things to be different. i just do things. most of the time, what i do is different, but not always. silly people and their misconceptions.

the jeans arent even that nice.

theyre faded funnily in the thighs, which i dont like. theyre also fringed on the waist and the pant cuff dealies. yes, dealies. i dont mind the fraying on the pant cuffs, but the waist is kinda funny. i may dye the pants dark, provided that i can find dye. twood be kewl. i dont like light jeans very much...well, i do, but not jeans that are light and dark, as these particular pants are. i had to get them though because they fit and i need jeans. so yes. i should just wear a paper bag. that would solve all of lifes problems. it so very would.

again with the boring of readers. meh. nobody really reads this anyways.

i think i used to be a bit more interesting. now i write my entries differently. im not sure how, but i think i do.

i shall figure it out one day.

and bore people with it.

great plan.

great.

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