I have 10 minutes before I have to go to bed. Let's see how much I can catch you up on.
School is continuing on as normal. The only thing that is worth noting at them moment (besides the lab report which is slowly sucking my life and an incident on the bus today, which I shall elaborate on shortly) is my English class. We have a new teacher this year. His name is Mr. Appleman, and he is really amazing. He honestly looks like a freshman in college, and he likes creative writing (which means that I'll have fun this year. I hate essays.) There's also my class itself to take into account. Mr. Appleman showed us a video about man that made quilts with designs from maps. He gives us a video, and we end up discussing lying, insurance fraud, and murder (all relating to this quilt.)
Now, for the bus incident.
My friend's little brother: I'm going to make a coloring book.
Me: That's nice.
Little Brother: Yes, and then I'm going to sell it and make lots of money and then I'll be rich. And my brother is going to be a hobo and he'll live in a garbage can outside my house.
Brother's friend: That's harsh.
I dunno, maybe it's just me, but it made my day.
I have rediscovered the Clone Wars. I got the first season back when it first came out, and I'm finally on disc 3 out of 4. We've started watching it over dinner, and it makes my day.
Finally, I have one last thing to relate. While I have been typing, my father has been teaching me how to work under a deadline in distracting conditions. He has been singing about blogs, talking to me about blogs, and telling me that my computer just randomly died, was resurrected, and then turned off. (I should probably worry about that...) Thank you, sir, for teaching me a valuable lesson. This is the blog post that relates to this entire thing.
And with that, I end this post. It isn't very long, but it was typed in 9 and a half minutes. Good Night.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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Perhaps it is because I am commenting so late...but I can't take your new teacher's name seriously. Because every time I see it I think APPLE MAN! This gradually fuels mental images of an apple-themed super-hero, clad in apple-themed tights. And I better move on so this doesn't persist to a point where it enters my dreams.
The bus incident has made my day too. Enough has been said.
My father feels the need to teach me that lesson every day of my life, whether I am blogging, playing Trauma Team, or simply preparing (and accidentally burning) his dinner. To make things easier, I have gotten into the habit of blogging at almost un-godly hours of the morning. Alas, it is a sacrifice. My brain has the consistency (and uselessness) of silly putty.
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