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"Congratulations -me-!

You have been names the Allied Arts Student of the Semester by -leadership teacher- for Leadership.

Please bring your parents and guests to a short awards presentation in your honor, on Tuesday, June 12, 2007 in the library, at 3:30.We in the Allied Arts Department are very proud of your achievements and wish to reward your efforts."

Dude... wtf. I don;t know WHY I didn't get chosen for class president if I'm getting THIS award. Why can't they have an election. That would have made it sooo much more easier for me.

UGH.

Today, Monday. I arrive at school. I go to PE and what do I get, a fit day. How fun! I get to run around in circles for an hour and a half then I get to wipe off my sweat. How joyful.

The stench went away the next period, though. I had leadership after that. In leadership all we did was go and clean out the attic. I got a bunch anti-drug paraphernalia.

After leadership, i had lunch. I was working the student store selling dance tickets. It was boring.

After lunch, we had homeroom. We played duck-duck-goose. HELL YEAH!

in science, we launches our rocket three times, but the person who was supposed to time it wasn't paying attention... GAH. We only got one real launch.

Now I'm home, and excited that tomorrow is an even day. I'm really glad I won;t have gym class. :D.

I'm over at my friend's house and... I'm bored.

Last night I went here and there were two other people here and he had gobs of fun, and we even wnt to sonic in a minivan ;-). Compared to last night, thisis a total snooze.

I'm being cut off.

I am 14 years old, 15 in september. I tell you about what is happening to me lately.

So, today I went to work for my elderly neighbor. She had me clean her car and that was NOT fun. She wanted me to clean her windows. Why don't I just make a shirt that says "I DON'T DO WINDOWS" in big, bold, black letters. No matter how hard I try, I will always leave streaks in the windows, even if I'm using 'streak-free' windex. So what, I got $30.

My parents are being strange. They want to take us to family counseling. We don't need counseling, we need amphetamines. My mom and dad are strange. My mom is an ex-hippy and my dad is, well, a dad. I have three sisters, two I live with and one that lives in cali. She has a baby girl. I am the youngest, and it's NOT fun.

I don't eat anything that will run away from me if I try to pick it. I make dinner with the oldest sister that I live with, because she doesn't eat meat either. She is my favorite sister out of them all. One of them, the youngest girl, is kind of a bitch. The oldest I never talk to, and honestly, I think she's a bit of a slut. She doesn't know who the father of her baby is. Her real mom got busted for smuggling weed across the US-Mexican border.

I don't have a job, but I am looking. Maybe this whole blogging thing will take off for me, and I'll become a celebrity blogger ;-). I need a job though, because I am tired of having a little bit of money each month for putting on my cell phone. During the summer I'm kinda rich (extra emphasis on kinda), and in the winter I get poor because the demand for odd jobs goes down quite a bit.

So before I go on forever with this, I will tell you that I'll be posting tomorrow

PS I promise that this won't always be this boring, I'll add some school drama. I still have school for two more weeks.