I’m sorry, but I have hardly anything to write about. That’s why I haven’t written in nearly a week. A week normally doesn’t seem like that long to wait. Heck, most TV shows are only on once a week. For some reason with blogs, though, a week is like…. FOREVER. Seriously. I find myself going back to certain sites over and over again (waiting, waiting) looking for updates and I’m all, “OHMIGAWSH! When the heck are these people going to update?! It’s been like weeks!” Then I look at the date of the last entry, though, and see that the last time they wrote was two days ago. So, yeah, a week is a seriously, really, really, really long time in Bloggy-Land. My readers must be SO depressed! I mean, I know that my blog is their entire reason for living, and without me, their lives are NOTHING. Sorry, readers, the last week must have been torture for you. So, in this entry, I’m going to try to think of things that I could maybe write about to keep my billions of readers happy.
Let’s see…. Well, for one thing…. over the exam week two weeks ago, I got a letter in the mail from the school guidance counselor that basically said, “We at this school dislike a vacuum, and since you have WAY too many study halls, we’re going to sign you up for a class that nobody else signed up for, so you’re stuck taking it.” Yes, they actually used the term “vacuum.” You know what class they stuck me with? Oh, it’s horrible. HORRIBLE. They stuck me with PRINCIPLES OF ENGINEERING. In the TECHNOLOGY room.
Let’s look back at my seventh and eighth grade years of taking technology. Everything I made, I mean EVERYTHING, broke. For the final project, we had a choice of what to make, and I ended up making a Ouiji board. That is a piece of wood and a triangle with a big hole in it. Guess what? I couldn’t even pull THAT off. So, when I got that letter about being signed up for an ELECTIVE without me electing to take it, I kind of freaked out. A little. I convinced my father to call the school and tell them that I didn’t want to take the class.
I ended up going to the first meeting of the class, because when my father spoke to the guidance counselor, she said that I should at least try the class before deciding not to take it. I went, there were like four other kids in the class. The teacher was kind of nice, I guess. I had a little scenario running through my head in which I decided to drop the class and because of this, the teacher committed suicide. Or just got really, really sad.
I ended up dropping the class, at least I hope I did. My father called the guidance counselor to tell her that I wasn’t going to take it, but he got her machine. I haven’t attended the class since, so I don’t know if I’ve been taken out of it, or if I’m going to get and F in it for not attending.
Um….. in other news, I bought the movie Vanity Fair yesterday. It is AWESOME! Seriously, like the best costume/set design EVER! Everybody must rent it/buy it!
Oh, and P.S. — I’ve been updating my Flickr stream a lot more than my actual blog lately. If you crave updates, please check that out. You can see that on my “Photos & Stuff” page.