I'm not so completely unlucky of a person as I once thought myself to be. I'm not going to say why, exactly, but if you read this thing anywhere near regularly you should have some idea of why. That said... I'll say something else.

My first unit for PE is weight training. I'm not particularly enthused about it, since I've never liked working out... which is why I don't do it. But after that we have rock climbing and I have to be a TA again which also sucks because I'm not going to get to climb. Mr. Thompson can be really annoying like that.

Let's see. Homework is starting to get the best of me once again. I've spent the greater portion of the night working on it for these past few nights. Ms. Price is going to be the death of the concious portion of my mind.

When I was walking down to the Alberson's parking lot today, my friend Harry the baboon came over to me (and by came over, I mean he made his usual dive off of the nearby appartment complex, exploded on contact with the ground, spraying me with chunks of brains and vital organs, and then recollected himself with telekinesis). He asked me why I refused to give him a dollar when he asked last. I simply notified him that he was a bastard. He retored, "I know your mother!" I stood there pondering what he was trying to convey through that and, eventually, he walked away. I waited for him to start crossing the busy street to call out, "Hey, Harry." He turned to see me waving, nodding, and then pointing for him to look at the oncoming car. Thankfully, Harry couldn't jump out of the way in time and the car hit him. Then he died rather slowly. Since the traffic was stopped, I took my time strolling across the street. As I walked past him, he started twitching and sputtering and he even managed a look of pure hate. I think he was trying to wave his compound fracture at me to say, "Hi," too.

Later, DS
~ Never ask Mr. Quatch if "beckers" (beakers) were named after the singer. He doesn't take that very well.

i feel i'm always unlucky...i think...maybe...hmmmm. Phys. Ed. is weird in my school. The year before us they were able to choose what they wanted to do for the whole year and when I was a freshman...we had to do everything as a class and couldn't do what we wanted. Sooo I'm hoping that we can choose this year. The first unit for us is always some weird thingy. We have to do the mile and bleh. The mile is fine, but the rest isn't. I guess atleast we won't do anything for the first two weeks is kinda ok or something . . . I don't know. My school is just too confusing. I'll be one of the seniors still with a school map.
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