I'm not dead guys. (I'm sure you know that, since you hang out with me all the time probably.) I just haven't felt like being on the computer much lately. And when I am, I am on myspace. Add me there if you have one and you can keep in better contact with me. (If you are really that concerned.) =D

This journal is dead for now though. Probably until summer starts. Which is in 3 weeks. Yaay!

Everyday needs to be like today. It was very laid back and relaxed.

I can't believe I am on my way to taking my last FCAT stuff.. forever. I finished the FCAT Writes or whatever it is called. My prompt was, "Your state legislator is considering changing the voting age from 18 to 16." and then they told me to persuade the legislator to join my side. It could have been worse, I guess. I think they pick the weirdest topics that no one cares about or relates to so you are doomed to fail. Just kidding. But at least I didn't get the prompt that asked you to, "Explain how to make a classroom more comfortable." This kid from PA said plasma tvs, lazyboys and laptops. Dream on. =) But hopefully I did okay.

Well I am going to go do nothing. (YAY!) I love saying that at school. Haha.

Cya.

I love Heather a lot. Especially when we have fabulous and snappy conversations like this:
b4ngb4ng x: since when!
liveberrywire: since then
b4ngb4ng x: and still now?
liveberrywire: its over now

It was Gilmore Girls e-conversation, for reals.

Calyn and I (and Jenna?) are going to make a middle school girls Bible study. Pray for us and them, guys.

PS: "Don't drown me, Dr. Phil." -me. Isn't that right, Calyn? ;)

Pretty much yeah.

PS:

The snack that smiles back, TechGuy.

This weekend has been amazing.

Word to the wise: try not to ever miss 5 days of school. Unless you are like me and couldn't exactly help it. I think my teachers planned all this work to bring me pain. Haha. I think the only class I have a slight break in is yearbook. I know this is weird.. but I am kind of thankful for yearbook right now. Oh wait. Thankfulness is gone. Well it was nice while it lasted.

I really, really want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at the moment. You should make me one and give it to me the next time you see me. I prefer chunky peanut butter please.

I think my calling is dream interpretation.. I have never actually interpretated a dream but I mean, look at Ashlee Simpson.. she can't sing and she has like two CDs out. And at least when I fake an interpretation I will admit it and not blame it on my fake case of ... dinobot reflux.

I should probably work on sleeping. I value being awake too much though. (I'm pretty sure that I told someone yesterday that I value my sleep, which is definitely true too.. which is why I am either sleeping too much or never sleeping at all.)

Okay, well since I am tired.. I might go lay my head down on the table (I am in yearbook class.) and sleep. I got a parking space though. Finally. Woo! =D