Fall Out Boy. I've never understood the name...It's an ok song though.
School's been good. Tuesday wee took personality quizzes in psychology. My social desireability is at a level two, and my proneness (if that's the word) to addiction is a level six. Which is average. The addiction one anyway. In floral design we cleaned up the shop yesterday and identified a couple of plants today. We haven't really done anything in science except take a few notes and do a worksheet.
I did think I was going to have to kick some ass today though. Some jackass called Cow a queer. Which he's not. I just gave him a death stare. If he does it again though, he will not be a happy camper. I don't put up with people saying shit about my friends.
Drama has been weird. First of all, we're in groups. Groups led by drama three students. Yeah, drama three kids are in charge of drama four kids. What. The. Hell. I'm in Jacob's group. With a freshmen, Haylei Perkins and Ashley Doan. Fun times. Also, for our monologues, we have partners. That's right, for monologues. Our partner will have no lines of course, but you have to treat them like they're a character. Which sucks for some people, including me, since some of our monologues aren't exactly a chunky piece of dialogue. Mine's the last paragraph of the Tell Tale Heart. Yeah, that's all in his head, not spoken. So I don't know how I'm supposed to do that.
I don't have to ride the bus anymore, by the way. I'm giving Abby gas money and she is now my ride. I'm a little under a mile out of her way, so it's no big deal for her to haul me to and from school.
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