Journal Series, part 1: 10/4

Dear diary, or e-journal, or whatever I should call you besides just “new diary,”

It’s nice to be able to type up my thoughts. It makes it so much faster. I’ve always actually hated writing. I just love expressing my thoughts through it.

Spent the entire day watching TV and working on my science project. It looks pretty cool, but not nearly as cool as some of the others Mrs. K showed us. I also spent [wasted] some time on the PostSecret Archive. It’s so strange how there can be some secrets that make me absolutely sick and some that are so similar to me, they make me wonder if it’s me actually writing them subconsciously. I hate the comments people post in on the archive site, though. Almost every single one makes me sad, and almost every single one is cursing at the writer of the secret. (“Insensitive [minimus of hidering knotgrass made]! How could you say such a thing!”) This is why people don’t tell their secrets to physical people!! Because you can’t stop criticizing them for long enough to realize that they’re about to commit suicide! Gosh. Dummies.

Anyway, I have been home sick with the H1N1 virus (swine flu! Get out your surgery masks!) for almost the whole school week. I got reeeaaaallly behind on school work. On Friday, I ended up taking two science tests and a couple of other tests, too. Bleh. I totally freaked out in LA, because I totally forgot we had a test on our vocab words. I hadn’t even opened my vocab book all week! Mrs. A lectured me in front of the entire class, but it turned out ok, I guess. I get to take it on Monday at lunch, instead, anyway. (I have to take a math test, too, I think.) That’s good, but it totally made me lose it on Friday. I was worried I would bite a big chunk out of my lip. [Yeah. When you’re obsessive like me, and you bite your lip, you can get close to biting it off. It’s a real fear.] And of course, right after that I seemed to have lost my lunch box, which made me even more freaked out. I always put it right at the foot of the stairs by my locker so that I can pick it up after school instead of right after lunch because I don’t have time to put it in my advisory between classes, y’no? No one has ever messed with it, ever since I started doing it in fifth grade. And then I come out on Friday after LA, and it’s totally vanished! I have to go to Mrs. T [the head of middle school], and she lectures me, and I end up feeling way worse than I did before. Strangely enough, when I come back, there’s my lunchbox (And there’s C, [my old best friend who I am no longer friends with] too, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence.) Lame. I mean,iIf you’re going to take my lunch box, just take it. It doesn’t stay closed anyway.

I really lost on my math project. I hate math, and Dr. C makes it confusing. I wish I had Mr. D again. I wish I didn’t have to even take the effing [Yeah, I’m pretty sure I thought I was English back then] subject. Number systems are lame. I should have done my project on something easy, like Roman numerals, or Pi, or something I didn’t have to think about. I wish math was like that, too… Just recopying out problems, not actual thought. I hate wasting thought on mathematics. [Don’t waste your time telling Little Me that mathematics are important. I don’t want to effing hear it.]

I came back to school just in time on Thursday to see the Shakespearean play “A Comedy of Errors” as performed at the ---- Arts Center. (Mom played outside there one time; I read that book “Heir Apparent” by Vivian Vande Velde and sold CD.s [My mom plays piano and has her own band and CDs.]. Then we went to Subway and I got a really dry sandwich.) The play was fine, I guess. We had just finished studying the book, so that would make anything lame. [Or awesome and easier to understand.] The actors were good, and the set was ok, I guess, but it seemed to me that the director added in more humor and violence, and skipped/changed a lot of the original Shakespearean dialogue. What’s the point of a Shakespearian play in Shakespearian old English if you don’t use original Shakespearean phrases? Huh? {Yeah, huh? HUH PUNKI?!]

I thought it was really lame that the people behind me were being so rude to all the people who worked so hard on this production. The whole row of people from our school behind me were fast asleep with their heads on their laps. I mean, at least be a little bit secretive about it! And the people in front of us were texting! NO PHONES IN THE EFFING [Yes, effing again.] THEATRE! Gosh. Deal with it for an hour and a half. I bet you won’t explode if you don’t text for an hour and a half. At least E was watching. She may be a rude little religious girl, and she keeps asking me about my religion and won’t leave me alone, but she is pretty attentive in school.

The bus ride home was the real show. It was so hilariously crazy, even if they were kind of laughing at my expense. W asked me out twice. He’s such an idiot. (And now he’s in the hospital with head issues!) And then S asked me out, just because it’s so crazy for someone to ask me out. I know that’s what it’s about. I don’t need you to tell me otherwise. I hate it when people do that. And B just wouldn’t leave me alone, and then he asked me why I hated him. Hmm…. Maybe because you’re being a total doofus, that’s why.

Goodnight,

Celly [actually I didn’t sign it with my pseudonym, but with my birth name, but I don’t care, kay?]