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Today's stuffs.
So, I began my day with getting up at nearly 6 o'clock a.m. to shower, get dressed, bathroom business, and get things together. I go to school, have a nice day where I get prodded at lunch and my food stolen once again by the trio of three. (isn't it lovely how they have become such great friends? Wonder when I can join in the fun. Heh, not that I need to.) Prodded by Merch, jabbed in the side by Bushby, tackle-glomped, etc. Taking ITBS sucks. Big time.
So, in 3rd hour, we (Merch and I) go to that new class instead of going to language, and ask about doing the project together. She turned it down, but said we could work on SOME things together, and share the same resources and such. Yay on that! I was actually quite pleased, but after taking 10 or so minutes to look through the internet, it seemed alot more complicating than when we first began.
I am now awaiting the moment where we shall ponder and bring out our ideas about how we are to do a diary-type thing with the true facts, and use our characters in the same time.
Woohoo.
Come home, right? Find out my instrument was taken in for repairs. Turns out that my sister, Autumn, had gone and sat on it- not that she 'did it on purpose'. Okay, I know she did, but why bother fight when you're just gonna lose?
So, anyway. I all of a sudden become excrutiatingly tired and don't know why. This happens around 4 o'clock ish, and I begin to wonder why. So, I lay down and feel somehow sick, but alas, I cannot think anymore as I drive myself into a deep sleep. (or so I think.)
Only to be awakened ten minutes later, which then I am driven to the swim meet..We won, of course, but then again, I really wanted food. So, after a gruesome battle and a win at the end, we are taken home. (me and my family, anyway.) My eyes fall on the table, where food is on the table and semi-cold, just waiting for my mouth to savor the taste. Feh, not that I needed any.
So, now I'm sitting here, drawing like usual. Seems like I need to work on making some of the body parts a bit proportionate. Not that it already is, I just could use a little bit.
8:30, almost, and I'm bored to death.
This was my day. It was really boring, wasn't it?
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