Monday, October 7, 2003

The Kitchen (crack of dawn Eight-ish)

I am eating a bowl of Lucky Charms with Chocolate milk (odd, I know, but I need a lot of sugar in my daily diet or else I may go nutswhich I am). I love to read the comics but now my gross little brother has taken them and is holding them hostage!!!!!! I am also planning revenge on Lucy, for all the times that she has called Claude, my (eeewww!) Boyfriend!! Oops! Gotta go! Bunny and I are walking to school today.

Rossdale Prep School (Room 16)

Study Hall

As usual, Mrs. Evelyn Crabtree(no I'm not kidding, this is her real name), my homeroom teacher, tried to expel me on the first day back from the weekend. She scares Bunny and me half to death! But then my other girl friend (as in a friend that is a girl, not a girl of the lesbian persuasion.)Melody Burgess( Don't my friends have great names? Claude Davis, Bunny Watson, Melody Burgess.) came in the room and sat down next to Bun-Bun and me.

"Did you hear?"

"Did we hear what?"

"Did you hear that Alex Malone has moved back? Mrs. high-and-mighty is putting him in our class!" Melody is a gossip. Everybody knows this and everybody goes to her for information, about everything. From who's dating who to where Mattie Genoa- Stevens buys her clothes.

"No, I didn't. Did you Jolie?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you hear that Alex Malone has moved back! God, you're slow!"

"No, I didn't."

It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal.

Math(I hate this class)

I'm such a liar! It is too a big deal! Melody knows it! Bunny knows it! And even Claude knows it!

Ever since like 5th grade, I've been in love with Alex Malone, the local pyromaniac, who until just recently was living in Boston with his dad on a fishing boat! His parents split up and he moved away with his dad, but now he's back and I'm in PAIN!!!!!!

Science

Mattie Genoa- Stevens came up to me and was like

"Oh, Angelina! When are you going to ballet class? I would so like to join you!" I do not take ballet. And nobody has called me Angelina, since I was six! The truth is that my sister was obsessed with the Angelina Ballerina books when I was born, so when my mother asked her what she should name me, my loud sister said "Angelina." So that has been my shame. Or it was until third grade when I met Bunny and she didn't like Angelina, so she named me Jolie and it kind of stuck.

Supposedly I'm doing a Venn Diagram on the properties of electricity, and my teacher is looking so I should get back to work.

TTFN