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Sunday, January 24, 2010

extroverted introvert

I try to be normal, whatever normal may be. I try to fit in, and blend into the school walls. It doesn't work, and I guess that's a good thing. I am too weird to ever try and be anything but me. I am writing this because I read Stargirl finally. I've known about it since I was young, it was always in the library. I just never felt compelled to read it until I realized something. I am just like Stargirl.

I wore a tire the other day. We were in acting, and we were breaking the sets. They didn't qualify for states. I knew they wouldn't. So one of them was a school bus with bike tires. I took one and wore it around me neck and everybody pointed. Everybody whispered. It was amusing. Some asscake messed with it, and I yelled after him. I yelled really loud, and I didn't get in trouble. Then I had to put it up because Chief Soreass got mad. Then I gave it to a boy who said he was training his parrott to be in the zoo.

I know how to make origami cranes now. I made a lot today. About twelve. In total, I've made nineteen. Sixteen are hanging from my ceiling. Each one for another year that I have been alive. It seems that as I get older, I get stranger. I also get dumber. Exams are slowly being graded. Yuck.

I made strawberry cupcakes last weekend. They were delicious. My friend Alys gave me custom shoes with song lyrics on them. They're too big for my feet. I got to see my nephew yesterday. And I got Dunkin' Donuts. They just opened in Pensacola, after a two or three year wait. I hope there's Dunkin' Donuts near Kady.

I need to do homework. I need to sleep. I need to read. I need to breathe.

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