This isn't the format I'll be using all the time, but I need to write, vent, and whatever today

Good News:
Number One in my class for reading! WOO RIGHT-BRAINEDNESS!!!

My wrist is getting better, but it's still pretty bad.

I got a love note from

I am good at a card game my friend Piotr taught me.

My friend Roman is getting hit on constantly and it is so funny to watch! HA HA ROMAN!!! HA HA!

I have As in everything but algebra.

Poetry is rapidly springing to mind on my bus rides.

I made a new character (Tom the Zombie) and have started a series of short movies called Static. It's like live action Robot Chicken. I have a script written. Here's an excerpt:

ACT I START

Two teenagers (RS and PG) are snuggling on the couch, watching Shrek.

PG (Pretty Girl): I'm glad we could do this tonight.

RS (Radioshack Guy): I am too.

They lean in to kiss.

Voice Of-Screen: Unclean! Unclean!

-sound of a trash can getting knocked over-

RS: What the hell was that?

PG: Shut up.

They snog really stereotypically on the couch, then, a window is smashed in, a man with a knife and a light blue Frowny Face mask (FF) jumps into the room!

The two kids scream

FF: Unclean! Unclean!!!

FF drags PG off screen, PG screams a bunch and blood sprays onto RS.

RS: Oh my god!

FF: Unclean!!!

FF jumps out the broken window, covered in PG's blood.

Narrator: Though the call to 911, the 300 stitches, the girl succumbs to her wounds in the ICU later the next morning.

END ACT I

I love my hair. I just got it cut.

I got sexy art-director glasses!

I am getting better at drawing, biding my time until I can get my hands on another camera.



Bad News:

I'm mastrubating so much nowadays I'm starting to chafe. Someone help me stop!

My cards got taken at school yesterday. That really sucked.

I have lots of Make-up work to do. I'll get on that after this.

My cryptic board musings have been erased right in front of me, while I'm doing them! Oh well. It's hard to get too upset when they say that musings isn't a word.

My Language Arts group isn't listening to any of my ideas. We're writing movie scripts. "We should have twins in our movie!" "Their names should be Tom and Jeffery!" "OMG!!!" "How about Horatio and Nigel instead?" "Uh, why?" "How does that move our story along?" "How does having twins who -picks up character sheet- who are 'stubborn and popular, also really cute' help our story." "Uh... Ah..." -gets punched by the kid with bipolar in our class-
ARRRRGH!!!

There's a girl in my class who whenever my gaze goes into her direction, she puts a book or something to cover her face. I decided to start laughing at her. When she finally noticed, she was piiissed!

"Brendan (last name with-held). Stop looking at me!" -hysterical laughter- "Stop laughing! How dare you (seriously)" -falls out of chair- "You're not my mom!" -laughing- "You're terrible!" -she throws her face into her desk, friends come and consul her-

Now everyone thinks I like her, even though (D&D dorkliciousness now) she's Lawful Good and I am Neutral Evil, she's a girl who dyes her hear and wears Hollister and I'm indie, and she put me in school consuler hell for three months.

I'm staring at the cellphone girl's ass now. It's really creepy, but I love the angle it makes when she sits on the bus. But god, it's weird.

Logan Song: Hang Up and Die Again [link]

BYE GUYS!!!