Phew, I thought I'd forgotten to blog yesterday, but luckily I posted in the morning. :)
*sigh* Back at school. I had dreams last night about forgetting where and when my classes were and not having enough time to finish my Communications project and not being able to open my locker.
It seems we have two weeks instead of one, and we've already finished 50% of the Communications project, so it should be fine.
In History we watched a movie about JFK's assassination, it was pretty interesting. We have to do our presentations next Monday, I wonder if I'll even need a cue card… well, if I do, certainly not one with so much writing as last time. After all, I basically know my subject pretty well, not personally though, ha ha.
At lunch Jada made fun of my face and my eyes and how I glared at her. Even though I wasn't glaring. *cries*
Guitar was boring. Just practiced. I don't like practicing the Lenny Kravitz or Doobie Brothers songs in class because I suck at them. I wanted to fall asleep today.
French wasn't too exciting either, we did work. I've gotta type up my essay. 'Sabout it.
Right. So what's the point of blogging if I have nothing to say? I don't even know what to put as a title. Notice how my last few entry titles have had to do with the content, instead of just random lyrics? Pretty clever.
Ah. I thought I had a title. From Success Story. "Back in the studio". Except, I'm back in school. Oh yeah, the Alice Cooper song! But, no, that's out of school.
Right. Well today the snow seemed to be melting. So that'll be my title. Good ol' Georgie.
I was just considering typing up my old diary entries to here. But I've got since the beginning of 1999. Wow. And I realized, a lot of my last few entries are totally emo and depressed sounding. And I swore a lot. Ha ha. I was a little kid and I was swearing. But I'd probably swear in some of these entries if it wasn't on the internet. And I probably talked about people I know and wouldn't want them to read some of those old entries.
Of course, I could censor them. Well, the names. Since a lot of those people I don't know anymore and wouldn't be reading it anyway.
Right then. There's the point to this entry. Ta.