Hmmm.
I have some things to say, but I'm not sure if I want to.
I have a short story today. I wish I had a cool story like Melissa. But it's not that great :)
Today I was dreading Drawing one because it's a boring class so far and we're starting on a three day project. (gag me) I wasn't prepared so I was uneasy about how it would work out, but I went to class anyway, crossing my fingers that someone would lend me paper. Luckily, somebody was very kind and gave me a sheet so I could do the project.
I was setting up my easel-those things are made of steel and they are semi heavy, so when you drag it, it makes squeaking noises-and I started to move mine and it made a LOUD screech. I tried again and the same result.
But then I realized the screech was familiar. It wasn't my easel that was making the noise at all!
It was the fire alarm! I distinctly remember thinking, "This is not a drill people." because you only do those in high school. So we grabbed our bags and left the room. It was a nice day... for a fire apparently.
We were out there for fifteen minutes or something so I was really happy about that. It was fifteen minutes less that I had to draw.
Moral of the story: Don't sweat the small stuff. Things could be worse. :)
Mood of the day:
Mostly I've just been truckin along. I found a few things out about myself the other day and I'm not sure how I feel about them. Kinda disappointed, but also it helps to be aware so that I can try to prevent it. I feel like Bridget off of Sisterhood of the traveling pants.
This post is short and unimportant.
Sorry I'm being so vague.
It's that kind of a day :)
4 comments:
Don't you just love playing with fire? You can't go wrong with it.
I don't really know what you are referring to with the whole "Sisterhood of the Traveling pants" thing, but whatevs. I glad you didn't burn down the building, unless you started the fire, in which case i don't blame you. In other news, have a great one.
James G.
The fire alarm went off on us during Spanish one time. We smelled something, but it was more like someone had burnt their food than a real fire. It took probably forty minutes before the alarm turned off and we could go back inside. :)
Your story is pretty good. Not as good as mine, but you know we can't all be as great as me. ;) I'm just kidding, and really your story was probably 12 times more exciting than mine. Plus you got out of doing an assignment. What did I get? Oh yeah, nothing but embarrassment. Story of my life. See ya soon ;) Love you.
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