Honestly, all the hiatuses! I might have to mention possiblally slow updates in the description. Really, I was surprised one person read a book filled with my weirdness. I feel terrible making people wait for stuff. I, personally, hate waiting. I'm impatient!
Did anyone see Alyssa's note in the chapter before last? Yeah, I know right? I'm totally the weird, creepy, insane one! It's the truth. Honestly. One hundred percent. You get the gist, right? (Gist. That's my first time using that word! GO ME! I probably used it way wrong...)
So, may I talk about my week at school? Okay. I will.
Hating the new time. Wake up at five thirty, get there before seven, the only people I really know are all the guys in my class (you need people of your same gender--in this case, female--to talk to sometimes, no matter how freakishly dramatic they can be at your school), ends at three thirty. To some people, that's probably nothing.
Keyboarding. WHY DOES THAT EXIST?! It hurts my back, legs, arms, fingers, etcetera. I type 'W' when meaning to type 'E' and a semicolon instead of 'L'. My pinkies, and occasionally my thumbs, don't like the keyboard, my pointers don't like staying still, and my middle and ring finger don't like separating. What can I say? My fingers have a mind of their own!
I like Language (Grammar is what we call it now, but does it matter?), always have actually. Everyone in my class (last year even) acted as if it would kill them to take out the book. I'm in the corner like, "I'm the mistfit, of course."
Honestly, everyone at my school talks their brains out, and I'm like, "Speak? I do not know of this word." Woah. I'm abusing the word like. That's not good.
Well, I'll end it there. Bye!
For All Eternity,
Carlee
Wrlll.... you are the only one that liked grammar in the class last year... carlee. Broter Armadin l. dirty my e bird is acting urp.... ok, you guys there now sorry, my keyboard keeps acting up at imes.
-Alyssa
★Journal Entry Eight
