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I'm sooooooooooooooo bored. My mother and grandmother are having a garage sale and I was commenting to myself that every one at our garage sale was either REALLLY OLD, Really ugly, or REALLY redneck....kinda sad no hot guys. On that note I don't think I would want to go out with a hot guy who enjoys going to garage sales. *Shudders* Scary.

School was so sucky yesterday.My Civics (Government) class was about to end when suddenly the firealarm goes off. WITH FIVE MINUTES OF CLASS LEFT. Worst part was, since my class is in the 500 building we have to go out and stand in the grass outside the field. Which means mud...lots and lots of mud. Anyway, I grabbed all my stuff and put it in my back pack before going outside to stand with my class for the normal 5 to 10 minutes for firealarm s**t. Well the bell rings 5 minutes later and I start off to my next class, Computer Literacy, when a Biology teacher runs up, waving her arms telling us we have to wait a little longer and to back up to the fence. I had to stand there by myself for like 20 minutes before I heard a rumor spread through the crowd....THERE WAS A BOMB THREAT.

I know I should have been all 'Oh no what ever will I do with the bomb threat' but nooo I was all 'SWEET bomb equals explosion which equals fire which equals awsome'....yyaaaaa I'm a little unstable in the brain and being a pyro didn't help in such a situation. So I had to stand out side in the mud, waiting for the all clear to go inside, all alone. My black converse turned the same color as my brown converse and if that sentance wasn't obvious I should shoot people... Ok back on track. None of my friends have a class in any of the buildings close by so I spent my time listening to people talk and watching them fail to ditch class. After an hour and thirty minutes of standing in the hot sun we were finally sent inside, which took awhile cause our shoes dried in the mud. Turns out it was a couple of sophmore guys pranking the cops. I met up with my Comp. Lit. teacher and we talked while walking to class. As soon as we reached the 700 building her first class of the day came back and said I had to go back to Civics. On my way back there was an anouncement telling me to go to 6th period (Second class of B day) So I turned around back and walked to my Comp. Lit. Class. For awhile after that my day was pretty good, in PE we dressed out to get our grade then dressed back in our uniforms and didn't have to do anything.

Then my last class of the day came along, Art 2 which I excell at. I walked in, sat down and started to talk to my friend Daniella when my creepy emotional stalker came in. (My friend Jing and I came up with it when I was telling them about him. The dudes name is Alex and he has anger management. He looks like the human species degressed back to the caveman stages. I don't see why he is in Art 2 when my little brother Nicholas is a better artist than him. OH and did I mention he keeps trying to ask me out. Ya it's creepy he's all ' My date to Homecomming (Pshh date to home comming. Daniella still laughs about it) cancelled on me. What about you, are you going to homecoming?' or 'What are you doing this weekend?'. Uggg so ya emotional stalker cause me no likey) He sat down and tried to start a conversation about Magic (card game). He suspects that just because I like anime and final fantasy games I like Magic. But alas I don't so I ignored him.

My teacher, Mrs. Castille, walked in and began to explain our project. We had to find Art definitions for it and they were LONG. Luckily me and Daniella had done it 2 days before during our last Art class.(schools split into A days (classes 1-4) and B days (classes 5-8 ) And it's retarted) Unlucky for Alex, he hadn't. So he asked the teacher if he could paraphase the definitions and she said only if he read through it and understood. Then he ranted on to her about how he had a post collage reading level blah blah blah blah blah. I don't even know how that tied into the whole paraphrase thingy. So my teacher repeated what she had said and how Alex needed to calm down and how he needed to show more respect.

Alex jumped up, picking up all of his stuff and walking out. His lunchbox dropped and then he dropped his backpack. When he was out the door he threw his sketch book back nailing Mrs. Castille in the sholder. It FREAKED me out. But thats about all that happened, kinda boring but freaky.