Dear World,
I have written a story recently. It was for a study guide essay option. It was about Ebolaaa. It's only...is counting the words presently...around 800-900 words. So not very long. My teacher throuroughly enjoyed it and so did a few of my friends. So when I get my study guide back from being graded I shall post it.
For my art project in french, I did really well! I made a Matisse inspired work that took me a week and a half to cut and glue. Then I sketched Matisse so I could have a visual of Matisse for my project. Then I read 250 words in french about Matisse. I hope I get an A. If not, I shall raise Hell.
In other words, I am having a busy night tommorrow. Mmmmhhhmmmm. Yup. I get to go to school, then work on art, then work on homework, then go to the football game, then hang out with friends, and then go to a movie. Wooooo busy night. Then the next day, Saturday, I get to get up at six like every other day. But,I get to go to a funeral. , not happy 'bout that. Then I get to go home and work on more projects and more homework and more art.
Currently, I am typing this and reading another book for science so I can get an A and get, possibly, all A's in like 5 years. I have bad gradessss but somehow a good GPA. My GPA is like a 3.75. lol. Yay to no studying!
Next week is Thanksgiving day. I shall take a few pictures of the food because I am going to 7 Thanksgiving dinners. I am also trying to sketch out a really good idea for a Thanksgiving artwork. It's sorta coming together. Hopefully I'll be able to get it up in time for Thanksgiving, and if not, then sometime after. By the way, it is absolutely freezing outside. Having no heat suckssss. 'specially in winter.
Help? My bestest friend in the whole wide world isn't talking to me. She hasn't talked to me in like two weeks. Her home life has been having issues lately and I can't ask her if everythings ok because then she just yells at me and tells me to stay out of it. She thinks I'm being rude asking about her personal life. First she stopped coming to lunch, saying she was trying to bring her grades up at lunch. Then she began to get mad at me for cursing too much, I can't help it. My parents curse all the time and most of my friends do too, so it's not like I can help it. Then she slowly stopped talking to me. She barely acknowledges me in the mornings and then she walks to class really fast. Even her other best friend doesn't know what's wrong with her. I've learned not to talk to girls about feelings because they tend to either a) beat me up or b) tell me way too much, stuff that I didn't need to know, and gross stuff.
My life is a mess, best of wishes to yours!
Franklin