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I haven't played The Sims in a while. Maybe I should. It might improve my mood. I could do the GOBS of Chemistry worksheets that I know I should do. I need to read the book, because I've heard that that will help me on the test :ehh: Yeah.
Today was the senior class picture. It was one of those group events that I just love; All of us together, this big, threatening body. I just love that kind of stuff, things that involve my class. I become very frustrated with people who are like, "I hate all of those people," and purposely try to avoid any school activity to exercise their protest. I can't stand that. The people you go to school with resemble something like your family, or at least they will for my theory. You may hate people in your family, but you're stuck with them. You can't change them or who they are, and it's almost a pointless effort to try to detach yourself from them. It's the same with your peers. You cannot control the fact that you are grouped with these people. You have memories of them, and they have memories of you. I just don't see the point. I was explaining this to Stephen in the car yesterday, who is one of the types of "protestors." He echoed my point much clearer than I could explain it, because I am horrible with words. But I think it's understandable when I say it, at least.
They called the seniors for their pictures around 10:10 AM, even though they were not ready for us in the old gym yet. So, we all just grouped in the main lobby, completely covering it with people and loud talking. When me and Sandy came in the lobby, I looked for Carl's head over the crowed, which I saw, and saw flashes of Lindsay's red shirt near him. Me and Sandy walked over to them, and soon after they approached, my old friend Theresa came over to us. We were very good friends in 8th grade, much like me and Sandy are now, but when she failed a grade, we completely lost contact. She never even spoke to me in the hallways. But, of course, when she skips a grade to graduate early, she immediately tries to cling to me again. It was a tad uncomfortable, to say the least.
Taking the picture was fun, to say the least. I was a little offended at how Lindsay and Carl took their seats. They separated from me and Sandy, and picked a spot without waiting for us. In some ways, I think Lindsay and Carl as a group try to avoid me. Not something I couldn't understand. So, anyway, me and Sandy picked out Stephen, and sat my them. I ended up sitting in front of Stephen, and sitting in between his knees, since the bleachers were obviously made for a smaller generation of people, because everyone's knees were jabbed into everyone else's backs due to the small space.
The photographer was a little.. Slow. It took him a while to get the camera and everything set up, which wasn't really a problem with the seniors, who were missing classes like English and Government. But, I soon realized why the seniors usually have such stupid looks on their faces in these photos. The photographer told us he would take the picture on the count of three, and he took the picture right when he said "3." Usually you're supposed to wait. And there was one time, he counted all the way to three, and something went wrong with the camera. So, the whole class started laughing, and relaxing. Stephen did something dumb with his knees, and I reached up toward them, which were near my shoulders. And of course, this was when the photographer finally got all his shit together, and snapped the picture. There was a growl of disgust over us, which would be expected.
I'm just wasting time. Time for The Sims.