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Today was alright. I wore my new sandles, and it was really a chore -- I haven't worn them in 2 years or more. When I got home, I was soon wisked off the the doctors, for my mother droped by there today to tell them of the werid symptoms I've been having, one of which is very bad shaking. They thought I could have been anemic (sp?), and brought me in to give blood... I could have taken it throught the arm, which was what my mother had be assuming. But oh now, she stick my finer to get the blood. God, I hated that. If she had told me it would be in my finger... And what made her suck was that she started laughing when I started saying "no" when I was told I was getting blood taken from the finger. She gave me a Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck band-aid, which is making it hard to me to type now, and left me and my mother in the tiny room for about 15 minutes until they got my results. I guess it was a good thing my tests came up negative. But they still don't know what is wrong with me. Like most of the adnromal things, I could make a list by now. Well, I'm off to work on other parts of this web page...
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I thought I would write something really fast, before getting on the bus.... And actually, this is about my bus. Roughly a month ago, around the beginning of May, my bus driver quit because of the behavior of the kids. And now, the bus driver I have between then and now, who I happen to like, is also quitting, because the school won't back her up. Not that that's surprising. All they do is sit on their ass and twidle (sp?) their thumbs. Corny saying. But, I must be going. Fare the well. heh.
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I hurt myself badly bowling. I was feeling shakey all afternoon, since about 2-ish. First my mom had some stuff to do in town, and it ended up being a shoe hunt for a look alike of an expensive shoe that I wanted. We eventually found it, which meant I had to listen to my mother saying "See, I told you we could find it for cheaper!" Grr. Then, at bowling, I was adding a few extra steps to my approach, and it was making me bowl horrible. I knew I was going to hurt myself... And sure enough, I went up on the 5th frame of the first game, and I messed up so badly, that I took a huge first step, which was followed by a second, and I did something to the muscle in the back of my right leg. I followed through, and released the ball 2 feet too soon. It hurt so bad, and I remember turning around, my dad taking one split second look at me, and then looking beyond me to see if I picked up my spair or not. I started crying, more out of frustration than pain, because I could not figure out why I was messing up on the approach I've used for 3 years. Ugh
In Biology we had a mini field trip, and we went walking on the vast grounds that is OCHS. We were stopping along the way, and my teacher Mrs. Philep was explaining things, as usual. (she's so smart). Nearing our destination, she directed our attention to a shed that could barley be seen, with trees and vines covering it. From what was exposed of it, it looked more like a tall fence. My teacher explained that that was the old ISS (in school suspension) room. They would send the kids there and lock them in with no food, water, or the chance to go to the bathroom all day until the end of school. This was back in the 50's and the early 60's, of course. That totally blew my mind.
Next came seeing the ancient green house, which I didn't know existed. It looked like something out of a scary movie -- with all the right windows broken in the right place, and enough trees and vines to make it look very creepy. My teacher said that just someone stepping inside could cause vibrations that would make the whole thing cave in.
The thing that I said earlier about my bus driver... Hmmph. She must finish up this school year, since there probably isn't anyone willing to replace her, and next year she'll have a new route, and we will have yet another driver. 
I really liked this one, too.
Note: Timestamp of entry is not accurate.
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Monday's suck. I always feel so gangly and tounge-tied. My teacher, Mr. Dahl, surprised me by assigning me and Michael to do a webpage for him instead of QuickTime VR, which would have been too hard. But I actually have to work with Michael... who has bad taste, in my opinion. He'll hate that I wrote that about him, but oh well, bwa ha ha ha. Ugh.
I am so proud. I made my guestbook customized to me, while also using another server's power. I love it, I don't have to maintain it. Yes. I am very proud of that...
I don't have shit to write. Damnit. James talked to me, today, though... The first time in a very long time. Not that I really blame him. But oh well, no regrets. Carl has been overly annoying lately. Arguments are always one-sided, and it's frustrating. But oh well. Only 2 more weeks to deal with him.
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I cannot seem to keep my mind on my webpages, so I decided a jornal entry would be the best thing to get me going. Today has been soo boring... Watching Comedy Central movies all day long, all of which I've seen, just doesn't do it for me anymore. I dread going to school tomorrow -- but I only have two weeks left, I think. 14 days. Then I'll be off to see my Alan. <sigh> I do not want to do exams, and I do not want this school year to end. It was been surprisingly good, looking back... And the classes I am in now are a plesant combination. I never feel pressured to have things done, I am just able to sit back and enjoy my sophomore year. But oh well. Emma totally redesigned her site, which was a very plesant surprise. Everyone must go see, it if pretty.
I feel fat. Which is funny, considering I am sickly-skinny. I've done things to gain weight, and I'm gaining it in all the wrong places. Depressing.