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At about 2:10 this afternoon, I was regretting my decision to walk throught the upstairs hallway all the way to my locker instead of heading outside to avoid the 8th grader's rush to their lockers. Well, when I hit the top of the stairs, I knew: someone had been dissecting. Glanced in the bio lab. I'm guessing...pigs? I think that's what Em was saying before the math test. That no one finished and most think they failed. My graphs were not great, but I don't care. As long as I get at least a B, I don't care. B's are good.
Soooo....my weekend's gonna start off pretty poorly. For starters, I'm being half-dragged to a counselor. Joyous. I'm not too thrilled about the idea. Okay, I'm completely against it. It's going to be a waste of time. But I'm going to see Happy Feet Saturday night, so that's cool. Not as cool as, perhaps, a dance, but whatev. I'm not going to be a downer about it.
And I'm almost finished coloring my pretty little sign. I didn't have anything to color with at school except my Sharpies ( heart ) so I only traced my name with a teal one. It looks pretty good, considering it was a random idea. I was doing another one on the back, but now I can't even read my writing. I've got a few different styles. My favorite is probably my script. Depending on the name, it can look pretty awesome. I also have two different prints, one that can have a star, heart, or whatever on each letter, and a fancy~ish one.
Yay, my post in Art Arena is doing okay! ^^ I thought it wasn't all that great. I mean, it's ages old, and I can draw much better stuff now. Although, the bodies are still lopsided sweatdrop Ah well, I try my best mrgreen Chibis are the funnest. One day, this random 8th grader walked past me, saw my English binder, pointed at my little chibi DHS junior, and said, "oh, it's a chibi!" Yup. It sure is.
I need to work on my choir music. I have to know it in....a week. About a week. Lemme see how much I can type of one of them...
"Christmas Lullaby"
Clear in the darkness, a light shines in Bethlehem
Angels are *something* ; their song fills the air.
Wise men are *something* to greet their Messiah
But only a mother and baby lie there
Ave Maria Ave Maria
Hear the soft lullaby the angel hosts sing
Ave Maria Ave Maria
*somethingsomethingsomething* Jesus our King.
Where are his courtiers and who are his people?
Why does he bear neither scepter nor crown?
Shepherds his courtiers, the poor for his people
With *something* as his scepter and love as his crown
Ave Maria Ave Maria
Hear the soft lullaby the angel hosts sing
Ave Maria Ave Maria
*somethingsomethingsomething* Jesus our King.
And I don't know the rest...
"Cold are the people, winter of life. We tremble in shadows this cold winter's night. Frozen in the snow lie roses, sleeping. Flowers that will echo the sunrise..."
~nepie
 nepie · Thu Nov 30, 2006 @ 01:05am · 0 Comments |
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