dylan just got to level nine in tetris. and we've still got 90 minutes left of Latin class. it's hard to believe sometimes how slow everything feels. especially when your tummy is rumbly. i should really work. but what's the hurry until it's 6:30 thursday night. i wish i had something to say, like an interesting anecdote or something that would make it totally worth your time to read this. i'm even boring myself. geez, why don't i stop.
but no. i'll keep going.
maybe... no. that's a stupid idea. why would i even think of that.
jennah just came in. she thinks i got my ear pierced. i found a little broken gold-looking plastic ring in advisory and am presently sporting it on my earlobe. it was a fairly humorous conversation. i'll try to recreate as much as i can:
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jennah: whoa! emmett, did you get your ear pierced?
emmett: well... i... um... yes. yes i did.
jennah: really? i didn't even see it in first block. i never thought you would have gotten your ear pierced.
emmett: yeah. i know. me neither.
jennah: so wait, what side is it on? [pause for contemplation] it's on your right one. that's good.
emmett: why?
jennah: because you're not a queer.
emmett: whew! that was a close one.
jennah: it's cool. you look like a gangsta.
emmett: right on.
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and that was it, in a nutshell. paraphrased and abridged. the children's addition.
i'm going to ask dylan if we have any work to do.
he said, "I don't think so."
now he's "going to find a watering hole someplace."
dylan figured out how to program tux paint to save your stuff into an easily accessible folder on the computer so i'm going to make art now.
16 years ago
