I long for peace of mind.

"But I do not believe that it will come."

- Jack the Ripper.

I'm watching a documentary on Jack the Ripper at the moment, which is actually pretty fascinating.

Jack the Ripper was cool. Like, I know that sounds weird, but he really was pretty fascinating. He was like, "PROSTITUTES, AW HELL NAH" and killed like 5 of them then dropped off the face of the earth. But everyone in London was like "OH MY GAH" and had seizures.

And died. Basically.

But anyway, so this guy got handed this diary that claimed it was Jack the Ripper's. I don't believe it. I mean, before the press even called him Jack the Ripper, he signed it as so. That doesn't even make sense. And he also never raped any of his victims (to my knowledge?). SO I don't know. I don't think anyone actually knows.

So that's the interesting thing of today.

I think Bre posted a blog en tree. I'm gonna go read it. Finish this whenever I get to!


Okay, it's whenever I get to. Aka, April 4th. I currently have a bunch of work I should be doing, but I need to get my writing juices (ew) flowing (ew).

My friends are awesome.

Wow, Cassie really needs a haircut.

Third person.

Okay so, enough blabbering.

I wanna feel the changes coming down

I want to know what I've been hiding in.

Well, fourth quarter has commenced. Wonder what magic this quarter will bring.

I want to write about how awesome my life has gotten. Not because it's actually improved, but my perspective has shifted a whole lot since last year. This school year has taught me a lot about myself. Apparently I'm a lot more awesome than I thought I was. I like to waste my time laying in my mental accomplishments sometimes. It's even on facebook, in my activities. "narcissism with Cassie Morin."

Haha. I have two facebooks.

But yeah. I do this thing in Random Thoughts called "my life in a bulleted list", which I will now do for the first time ever in When She's Around.

My life in a bulleted list, Part I:

• I play Lulu in Footloose. Hooray!
• Melissa slept over my house this weekend. It was nice.
• Kenny isn't here today. I wonder why.
• I'm currently listening to Tool (obviously, from my title)
• I'm taking the SAT on May 9th.
• I have Anime club on tuesdays.
• Wheezy is back in his apartment. He's making new videos as usual again. Hooray!
• I really have to pee.

Yep.

Melissa's practicing hiragana as usual. My keyboard is sticky.

VIIIIIIICARRRIIIOOOOUUSSSLLLLYYY IIIIIIIIII, LIVE WHILE THE WHOLE WORLD DIEEESS!!!!!!!!!!!! MUCH BETTER YOU THAN I.

Lalalala.

Golly gee, I really have to pee.

hhhkgg.

Did I ever mention how long my hair is?


For real.

I think there are enough words here. It's almost 2:15. Have a wonderful life, Mr. Mitchell/creepy stalkers.

Whispering her love through a smoke ring smile

She doesn't know what happens when she's around.

The lyrics that named the blog! I thought it would be clever for the beginning of 4th quarter. It's not fourth quarter, but fourth quarter journals starts now. Hooray, another quarter of death!

I need to get my password from the guidance office to check my grades. It's going to take like 10 years just to get there and back. I really don't feel like wasting that much time just to check my grades. I guess I should though, I mean I'm going to need it in the future too. I'll do it tomorrow. I have it at home. I just need it on me.

Type type type words. It's Friday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4uqDL8_c4U

Well, that's the end of this en tree. I'll revisit it to fill in 300 words in a little while. Maybe me from the future will have done some of the things I need to do. Bye!

Do you believe in what you see?

Wasting my time in the waiting line.

Zero 7, Mister Mitchell. Sounds like Massive Attack. I strongly recommend Simple Things.

This post actually doesn't need to be here. I'm posting because some of my entries probably aren't 300 words long. Wow, I typed "wrong" instead of "long". Why would I do that? That's so weird.

Guess what, Mr. Mitchell? I'm going to be taking an online class next year. It's going to be awesome. It's only for half a year, and it counts as a full credit because it requires like 20 trillion hours of my life. WHICH IS AWESOME BECAUSE I'M GOING TO BE IN EITHER PSYCHOLOGY I, PHILOSOPHY I OR INTRODUCTION TO PSYCHOLOGY. I'm excited. Something I actually like to do.

But I'm gonna be taking a lot of challenging classes next year. It's definitely going to require a lot of attention to my grades. There's not gonna be a lot of time to do nothing. Which is actually good. If I sit around and do nothing, my depression kicks in hella. (Is hella a swearword?) So I'm glad I'm going to be busy.

I'M SO EXCITED!

Yep.

Ummm, I need to finish my research project for Thursday because I've been working my tail off to do my portfolio. Sheesh, this quarter has been rather stressful. Apparently, my body thought it would be a good idea to completely shut down for an entire week. Now, I'm practically screwed. Sigh, for real.

I also need to renew my permit and get my license already. I plan on doing that before May. Probably mid-April, if the schedules on the other end work out well. I feel like such a loser without it.

Well anyway, on a happier note... I forgot what I was going to say.

Such a happy note.

That reminds me! I need to watch the new Wheezy Waiter video!

Maybe I can watch it...? I doubt it. I think Mrs. Jones will know. I'll get it loaded and watch it after the bell rings. (Going to watch Footloose with the drama club. My life is so exciting. Last year I didn't do anything, and now I do everything. Weird.)

I'm going to get it loaded, hold on.

Okay, it's loading. Now I just relax until 2:15. Hooray!

This is probably over 300 words now.

Oh, good news, Mr. Mitchell. My depression wave has ended. If you haven't noticed already. I love it when my depression waves end. I always feel like I come out of them a better person. My depression is character-building, apparently. Which is wonderful. I feel relieved.

Well, let's end this with some Zero 7 lyrics from the song, "Destiny".

On a clear day, I'll fly home to you
I'm bending time getting back to you
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I'll be back with you
I'm nearly with you
I'm nearly with you

When I'm weak, I draw strength from you
And when you're lost, I know how to change your mood
And when I'm down, you breathe life over me
Even though we're miles apart, we are each other's destiny

It's very soothing.

ACADEMIC ENGLISH NEXT YEAR.

She left me for dead, but death didn't want no sloppy seconds.

College bound students take academic classes, right?

Classes I want to take next year:

1. English 12 Academic
2. Creative Writing I
   
3. AP Stats
4. AP Bio (takes up 2 periods)
   
5. Algebra III (Considering Pre-Calc, but we'll see)
6. Chorus
7. Psychology
   

If I had 8 classes, I could take all of them. But I don't. Because our school is stupid and decided to change the schedules. I want our 80 minute periods back.

But anyway.

Yeah, so I'm going to be put on overdrive next year. It will be just wonderful. I'll be writing a paper a day. I think college classes do that. I don't actually know.

FEAR.

I need to write more words. Let's see here. What should I write about now? My nose. It has a lot of things going on actually. My nose is trying to clear itself. It's full of... excitement. The...excitement...is trying to cut off my breathing by choking me. It's really awesome. Not really. I'm super yawny right now. Super freaked out about this research thing again.

I can't believe I missed a week of work time. SSSSSSTTTTUUUUPPPIIIDDD SSIIICCKKNNEESSS. It's really beginning to ruin my life. I have like 70 quadrillion tests to make up, I'm like 50 trillion times farther behind in my classes and a bunch of projects are due that I wasn't even here for, and THE QUARTER ENDS FRIDAY.

ROKG:RDKFTMHBOlf,nDML

I hate everything.

I'm so scared. I'm going to like, fail all my classes and destroy my averages in everything. Well, only English, really. But everything else is in pretty poor shape. Particularly Algebra II. I have a bunch of homeworks due.

Snow is dumb.

I think I have to go now. I'm going to call this good. Bye!

So I'mma let 'em cuddle with their own self-hate

She don't need sleep, he don't need love. They won't see free, they caught a bad dub.

Staring at my google doc isn't helping. I need to get the ball rolling for my papers. I said I would turn it in on Monday.

Insert swear word here, I'm just too stressed. This whole sick thing really, really messed with my whatnot in English. I literally lost an entire week. There's no way I'm going to be able to have everything ready by Monday. There's just no way. I have no idea what to do. Mr Mitchell, you probably really don't care about my stress problems, but I can't do this without some relief. When I get too stressed, I get immobilized. I can't work or push myself until the stress levels get out of the danger zone. It's just the way I'm programmed. I need to talk to you, get something worked out so I know what to do. I can't have everything ready by Monday. I'm still recovering from my cold, and it's Saturday. I'm coughing up mucus, my fever is doing it's final break so I'm sweating, and the dizziness hasn't completely faded. If I want a decent grade on this, I need an extension. Wednesday or Thursday. Please. I know grades close Friday and that puts pressure on you, but I need to be able to do my best on these. They're huge grades, and I can't fail them or it'll bring my grade down a lot... Do you understand? I'm already getting a C in English, if I get any lower it'll be a D or failing. I can't be that guy who looks like they don't try hard enough in classes when actually just a lot of bad things happen to me.

I'm nearly positive my depression is clinical. Nearly.

So it's tomorrow and I'm in the library. I wonder if these posts matter at all.

IS there 300 words here? Yep.

I wonder why I saved your urn of ashes.

I'm 94% positive I won't be there tomorrow for portfolios. I've been so incredibly sick over this week that I haven't done any work. I know that sounds like total bull, but I'm dead serious. I have been dying. My head is spinning, my whole body hurts, I've slept for about a zillion hours, among other stranger symptoms you don't want to know about. My body is fighting as hard as it can, but it will never win.

MY IMMUNE SYSTEM IS SLOWLY FAILING ME. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IVE GOTTEN SICK THIS MONTH. THIS MONTH, MR MITCHELL. YOU KNOW HOW MANY WEEKS THERE'S BEEN THIS MONTH? TWO. YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IVE BEEN SICK? TWO. ONE ILLNESS FOR EACH WEEK. CAPS FOR EMPHASIS.

I need help again. I hate needing help. Will you help a poor, dying young adult who is trying to make it through the tough portfolio times, or will you just kick me in the gut and tell me to get over it? I feel like maybe I deserve the second one for being so incapable of doing it myself. The real world probably won't help me, so I should know how to deal with these things on my own, right?
Well, no, not really. I mean, being a teenager is practically training for being in the real world. I don't have to fend for myself yet. I have people to help me learn how to fend for myself in situations I don't know how to handle. I guess that's reasonable, but I'm still afraid of asking for help. I know that it's not okay that I can't get it done for tomorrow, but I can't turn back the clock and make myself not get sick either.

SO MUCH PRESSURE. WAT DO.

Should I email you? That sure is a lot of bad news for one email. You're going to like smack me or something bad that teachers do. Like fail me. Which is possible. My grades suck as of right now.

I think... Let me check.

Yep, they suck. 74 in English.

Wonderful. I feel like such a loser.

Half of the grades I get in English are failing grades. My poor self-esteem is being beaten to a pulp. I apparently am bad at everything. Everything English-related, anyway. Which is everything.

Not having my portfolio in on time is not my fault though. I didn't expect to get sick! I had time to do it, had I been healthy! It could have been done if I didn't get sick, so I didn't put it off at all! Why do I feel like this is all my fault? I'm just going to turn it in on Monday, polished and ready, and I'm going to hope that you understand.

You know, it really sucks trying to deal with all of this alone.

I really hate the fact that I can't rely on my "friends" for emotional support, ever. They're like pseudo-friends. They're friends for show, nothing deeper than that. We're all too good to be close to one another.

I'm just passing the ball I guess. But really, my point is valid. Doesn't matter how close you try to get to one of them, they won't let you get within a 50 foot radius of their feelings without some kind of apathetic gesture or phrase.

None of us actually care about one another. At all.

We plan on losing touch. We plan on our friendship ending. The more I grow up and the more I start to see what the real world is going to be like... That thought petrifies me. Being completely alone is what I planned on, but it's also one of the hardest roads to walk without going completely out of my mind.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I'm different in a different way

The only thing that stays the same is change.

HELLO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Melissa's looking at something interesting. Bre's blogging like me. I told her to blog. BAHAHAH. I'm excited, can you tell?

Meg started talking to me again a couple days ago. Interesting change right? She said she missed talking to me. I was like, "wat why" considering I'm not nearly as interesting as I used to be like 10 months ago. Actually, longer than that. It's been years since I've been close to Meg.

WHAT.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

Is it weird to say that it still feels like 2009? It really does. It's like it's still 2009 in my mind.

I got a new thing. Whenever someone references the past, I say, "whoa, childhood." People reference my childhood a lot actually. It's weird. THEY STILL THINK OF ME AS A CHILD. I'M AN ADULT!

This is a cell phone! DUH!!

Mr. Mitchell, I need you to do me a favor. In the comments, I need you to explain to me who Slavoj is. Because I really need to know these things.

I think Giggey is creating a new branch of English. I'm going call it Giggeynese. I speak fluent Giggeynese.

Mrs. Jones hates me suddenly? Meh.

Mr Giggey told me a joke today. I'm going to tell it to someone at some point. But I need to be spontaneous. It wouldn't work if they knew.

I TOLD IT. HAHAHAHAHA.

I hope this is long enough. New en tree!

I need a sign to let me know you're here

I lost this post and now I am sad.

See, I was trying to check the word count on one of your computers, but I can't copy and paste. So I had to drag it. Then I forgot to drag it back to the blog before I closed the document. And now I lost the post. Sad face. I'll just have to retype it as a new blog.

All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere.

I wonder what Melissa's doing. She's working on her research project. Probably the smarter choice.

BUT THERE IS GOOD NEWS MR. MITCHELL. YOU EXTENDED THE RESEARCH THINGY ANOTHER WEEK SO I HAVE TIME TO ACTUALLY PREPARE! OH EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL THANK YOU FOR DOING THAT I REALLY COULDNT PULL OFF A WONDERFUL PROJECT WITHOUT MORE TIME TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS OUT.

THERE'S MORE GOOD NEWS TOO! ONE ACTS IS TONIGHT AND I AM EXCITED BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE SUPER PARTY TIME AND FUN AND ACTING AND FUN TOO. DGJOSEMKFLCM?EK:FM?XKGMDKHMDXKG?DMKGRLMDRMGWES
I wonder what Melissa is doing now. Still working. Technically, I'm working on my portfolio right now. So I'm all set. I worked on my free choice. Pretty sure there's at least 3 drafts there. Probably, I mean. I plan on working on it more and more this week. My lit analysis needs help, but I kind of want to get something accomplished before I focus on that. It would boost my esteem and help me focus more. I have a hard time writing lit analyses. Is that how you spell that, Mr. Mitchell?

I like reworking my work. It's just hard for me to write things down to begin with. Like, I'm so hyperaware of the criticism that people are going to be giving me that I freeze and can't write anything. Is that considered writer's block? Maybe that's been my issue all along. I've just had a severe case of writer's block. I now believe in writer's block.

Writing these journals helps a lot with that though. It helps me think about what I'm writing whilst also focusing. Well, not really. My topics are pretty much all over the place. My mind is a jumbled mess. Sigh.

I read somewhere that writing helps exercise the brain more than most things. Particularly for the emotionally hurting. Framing and constructing sentences keeps (or reopens) the left side of the brain while also allowing a free flow of ideas to be expressed (emotional, which is the right side). Writing is wonderful, isn't it?

Well, I think I'm about done here. I'll see you later Mr. Mitchell/creepy stalkers.

Ground control to lost soul

We've lost contact, we've lost contact...

Sage Francis has yet to fail me. Everything I've heard is awesome. But I'm still listening to that APSCI song. Knocked down the wrong door, check your address. I've decided to put music lyrics in italics. I think for one of these entries I'm going to write a song. I got a riff on my guitar ready, but I think I'm going to need more instruments for what I'm hearing in my mind. Regardless, it would help to have lyrics. I'll start writing it later because I'm lazy.

Music is inspiring. I just kind of want to share my favorite musical quotes. ROAR. Wow, I forgot that word was spelled that way for a second. I see "rawr" written everywhere. I wonder what Melissa's writing about. She's writing about One Acts. I'm thinking about that in the back of my mind too. And how ANNOYING THIS KEYBOARD IS, OH MY GOD. Does Bre usually use this one? If so, I can see why she hates everything. I wonder how loud my typing is. sd"GLHedrH:<.

Wow, that loud?

Anyway. Mrs. Dobson spelled my name wrong. Cassey. NO ONE EVEN SPELLS IT LIKE THAT EVER.

I didn't finish... Or even get close to finishing... My rough draft today. I apologize, Mr. Mitchell. I really tried, but I guess I don't work well under pressure. And I should have done some prethinking. It's hard to think when you're dying though. It's really hard to think when you're dying actually. I'd have called myself mentally impaired while I was dying. Easily.

Bre googled "poor American children." I can't help but wonder why. ????

Melissa's looking at a kigurumi (sp?). Spell check doesn't know how to spell it either. The internet knows, and guess what? GOT IT RIGHT.

Poe is so awesome. But let's end this with something inspiring.

I salute you. I never meant to lose you,
but I know this road don't go where it used to.
I've got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms.
It ain't to scale, but it details the name of this song.

The radio is supposed to be my friend

When music dies is when the world will end.

Wow this song is awesome. I love everything. I'm going to check out ASPCI.

I'm talking to Cait at the moment. I like talking to Cait.

Melissa texted me with terrible news. I have to make up 2 math tests. WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh well, I'll do it either in some study hall or after school after one-acts. One of the two will happen. Hold me to it.

I changed a lot recently. I really need to write about it, but my notebook is so far away and it's hard to write when the keyboard is just so conveniently put in front of my face. But I can't share practically anything on here. Invasive feelings. People actually read this. Well, Mr. Mitchell and sometimes Melissa. Random Thoughts is practically my diary. I need to journal privately. I can't do that in a blog. More whining. Wow, I'm a whinebag tonight. Being sick made me procrastinate all my homework. I need to go do other stuff. I don't think this is long enough, so I'll continue it into tomorrow. Until then, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.

Hello, it's tomorrow. How many more words do we have to type today, Cassie?

I don't know, Cassie. Let's check. About 98, Cassie.

Cool, Cassie. Go u.

Oh u.

This keyboard sticks. Angry typing is necessary.

HERE COMES ANGRY TYPING. ANGER ANGER ANGER.

Mrs. Jones is growing more hawkish over what we're doing on the computer. No Wheezy with Melissa for a while. Aww.

I totally just remembered something. Melissa, Bre and I were making a movie. I wonder when we'll start working on it again, if ever. Hopefully so. It had potential. Bre's working on something and Melissa is typing about other things. We should start working on stuff again soon. We didn't even get around to filming it.

Think I got 98 words in there somewhere. Brb new entry.

Tilling my own grave to keep me level

That reminds me, I need to make Melissa's mix CD. Brb.

Almost done now, give me like half an hour more.

Finished. But now I'm doing other things. See ya tomorrow.

Tomorrow:

Hello, it's tomorrow. I wasn't at school today due to me dying. Yes, I know, tragic. I should be back tomorrow.

Finished season 1 of House. Season finale was satisfying. Only 8 more to go until I'm caught up. 24 episodes a season. Calculate the hours and we have a lot of time wasting to do. Fantastic.

OH MY GOD A TEXT MESSAGE, WHO IS IT. MELISSA. SHE SAID: "You okay?" IM GOING TO RESPOND. OH NO MY PHONE DIED. Oh well. I'll respond later when I get the charger out from behind my bed. Way too deathly to do it now.

You may be wondering, "Cassie, why are you dying?" Well, I'm dying from nausea and general lightheadedness. I get up and my body feels funny, and suddenly I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm convinced it's nerves because I'm a nervous wreck right now and can't handle anything remotely challenging, but it could just be that I ate something bad and it got into my blood stream because my body mistook it for a nutrient. Stupid body. If that's the case, I mean. I could very well be an emotional wreck. It usually takes about a day to digest food, but if this SHIRT got into my blood stream, I'm going to be sick for at least 3 days while my... uh... What organ cleans blood again? Is it my heart or some other organ? I think it's my liver? Yeah, so my liver has to get that bug out of my blood stream before I'll feel even remotely okay enough to go back to school. Omg so if I'm getting dizzy, that means it's in my brain. SHIRT. IM GOING TO DIE.

Actually probably not, I've just been watching too many doctor shows. I like doctors. I like anatomy. Being a doctor would be cool. But they have to face a *ding*ton of school so I could never be a doctor. I'd much rather be a doctor than a therapist though. Therapists annoy me with their controlled attitudes and whatnot. I guess doctors have to do that too, but therapists' jobs revolve around controlling their moods. Way too constrictive.

Yeah I have no idea what I'm going to do after college.

I wonder what Bre and Melissa wrote about today. I'm going to go read their entries. Actually, I already read Melissa's.

WHAT. I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WHILE IM BEDRIDDEN. Except watch House.

...God I love house...

See you later, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.

It Don't Feel Right

Title is from a The Roots song. Listen to the song here. It will help set the mood of the entry.

I love music. I should make Melissa more mix CDs. Idk though, her taste in music has branched in a different direction than my own. There's nothing wrong with that, but I miss bonding over music with her. Music is the only thing I actually care about, so it's the only way I can really connect to people. Maybe that's why I feel like I don't connect with anyone. Because no one listens to my kind of music. Colton listened to my kind of music. Well, kind of. When I met him, he kind of showed me the kind of music I listen to now. But that just goes to show how well someone can get to know me just by listening to the music I listen to.

Anyway. I figure I could try it by making her a mix CD over the weekend and giving it to her on Monday. She may or may not listen to it seriously, but it would be kind of cool if she did. Either way, though. I like talking to Melissa. She's probably the closest friend I have. She'd probably punch me if she read that. If you're reading this now, Melissa, I bet you're thinking about punching me. I get it, I get it. Picking favorites is kind of dangerous in our group. I don't really want to. I just talk and connect to Melissa the most is what I'm trying to convey.

I've been talking to Taylor on facebook. She's really not that horrible of a person and I feel bad for ever thinking she was. What can I say, though? Emotions are dominating things. Everyone knows that.

Listening to this now. I listen to weird music. I like the beat. And Jay-Z has a good flow. Even though his lyrics are pretty much SHIRT. Wheezy reference. I never said it was my favorite song, okay. JEEZ.

Way to judge.

This is my favorite song. Which I am now listening to. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. This is going on my Melissa CD. SNEAK PREVIEW MELISSA, IF YOUS CREEPIN.

I think I may be isolating myself from her. OH NO. SHE DOESN'T KNOW I'VE WRITTEN THIS ENTIRE BLOG ABOUT HER. MELISSA, I LOVE YOU! IM NOT ISOLATING MYSELF. THESE HEADPHONES HAVE SUCH A GOOD BEAT.

I bet Bre's happy. She and Bre seem to be bonding. That's cool. They never bond. Maybe I should fall off the face of the earth. That sounded way more depressing than it was supposed to. Falling off the face of the earth isn't something I dread, really. I figure it's gotta happen sooner or later. Again, sounds very depressing. I'M NOT DEPRESSED OVER FALLING OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH. There. Now you think I'm lying. YOU KNOW WHAT? I HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE TO YOU.

...Jerk.

Half of this blog has been in caps lock. Listening to this now. FADED PAPER FIGURES FTW.

My headphones rock. Seriously.

Pretty sure I got over 300 words here. See you later, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.

Melissa May

For the first time ever, I'm writing at home. Probably won't be able to write a full blog entry, but at least I'm showing effort. The title is for Melissa and how her middle name should be May. It really should be.

It's tomorrow now. I'm at school again. Yep.

Melissa's working on her free write. I should work on my outline, but I need to look at that paper to do that. I'd rather just do it at home before drama. I'm not opposed to working as soon as I get home. What else am I going to do?

Irony, Melissa just took out her outline paper. I was just telling you I didn't feel like doing that right now. Iron knee. Bre needs to use that paper with Melissa. We are all secretly the same person. Or at least we share the same brain.

It's tomorrow again. And again. I literally wrote one sentence for this entry yesterday. Oh, that's because I wrote "it don't feel right" lol. Actually it's sunday. I'm at home writing. Craziness.

I think there's 300 words here. Probably. Starting a new en tree. Lol see you later creepy stalkers and Mr. Mitchell.

This blog may be obsolete.

I may drop down to academic english. Would you be sad, Mr. Mitchell? I don't really know what to do. I need more freedom and English is really holding me back. Freedom to exercise other areas of my writing and focus on what I want to do. But I don't know. I love our class.

Time lapse. It's tomorrow. I decided not to drop. I am happy with my decision. I guess I just need help and can be afraid to ask for it. Hooray stuff.

Melissa hasn't typed anything in her blog yet so I have nothing to write about. Now she's writing about how Mrs. Jones just told us to be quiet. Cool stuff. I wonder what Bre's writing about. She's writing about how we got yelled at by Mrs. Jones too. Jeez, what guilty saps they are. I couldn't care less. It's easy to be quiet. Being loud takes more effort. Zach's searching his computer for interesting things. He's opening Word. AHH LOUD NOISE. Melissa's making false claims about my feelings towards being yelled at. I don't think we should be applauded for being loud, I just think it's really easy to be quiet and it's not really worth feeling guilty about. I would feel guilty if I killed a mother's son and brutally slaughtered their dog in front of his baby sister. I would not feel guilty for talking about my shock at the fact that Kenny is a sophomore. Maybe I make no sense. Idk.

New paragraph. Wow, that paragraph was super long. Go me and my long paragraph. Melissa's not ranting about me anymore. She's looking stuff up on the internet. I wonder if she's mad at me. MELISSA, DON'T BE MAD AT ME! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL YOUR BROTHER!

Your dog was kind of annoying though. Not Kirby, the other one. The one I made up just now.

Anyway.

Zach's typing random words in a word document. Productive stuff right there. I write random words all the time. Random Thoughts reference. Mr. Mitchell knows what I'm talking about. Melissa may. Wow, that sounds cool. Melissa's middle name should have been May. Brb Bre's computer. Back. Melissa's writing about what Bre's writing about so I decided to write about what Melissa's writing about. Haha. Hey so I think I got 300 words so I'm gonna end this for the day. See you tomorrow, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers!