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Yesterday:

Yesterday was concert night.
The only parts I really enjoyed were playing "Pirates of the Carribbean: Dead Man's Chest" (grade four and really fun...I don't think I spelled Carribbean right...wait, I think I did...whatever), playing "The Klaxon" and sitting near Dan in the audience.
All the songs everybody played, especially WOC and our band (eighth grade), turned out really well.
Except for this mistake eighth grade made in Dorchester, where the clarinets were going a different speed from the trumpets (me!)...I think the trumpets were right, not only because I'm a trumpet, but because I think we really were the right speed, and the clarinets were too slow.
I just went home after that, showered and went to bed late, and lost computer this morning ^___^

Today:

We had a gym teacher for our social studies substitute ._. Kind of gay
Anyway, the real highlight was second period in math. Not much of anything, still, but it was pretty much the most of the day.
Justin, this idiot in my math class, at one point threw this paper ball at me.
I laughed at him because it missed by about a foot, and bounced off the table. And because the teacher saw him, lectured him, after already telling him and several other people to stop throwing things. Dan was looking around and laughing a little.
Then later there was a whoosh of air right by my head.
I looked in the direction it was going, and saw a tennis ball bounce off the floor near the desk and roll under a table a few feet away.
I felt like laughing, but I couldn't cause that would of hurt...really bad.
I was gonna laugh cause he missed yet again, but it was probably a centimeter from my head.
I looked behind me, over at him. He was laughing for some reason. I mean, seriously, that would of hurt. And he didn't hit me, so why was he laughing?
Everybody else was all serious...nobody else was laughing at all.
Dan looked over at me. I looked at him briefly and sighed as I turned back to my work. By the way, Dan now sits a table over, and in the front row, to the right of me.
So, I'm really glad that didn't hit me, cause I probably would of shouted '********' or 's**t' or something and that wouldn't have been good. And, as I've said many times already, it would of hurt.

So...wow.