Day 7

Hello People. 

I'm quite bored today. School is beginning to get to the stage where teachers are tired of the crap people try to pull/all the students are tired of the teachers and want summer to get here. I'm obviously, in the second group. 

If anyone has ever done the SRI before, you know how they give you a 'lexile', or reading level. It tells you the complexity of the books you can read. I got a 1421, which is a fairly high score according to my teacher. I'm happy that I got that, but I've just been thinking. I don't really think I actually got that score. I think the computer/my eyes was/were fooling with me. To be honest, I don't act that smart really. I have an on switch and an off switch. And no in-between. The 'On' part is the smart. And the 'Off' part is the stupid/crazy. I'm normally on 'Off' when I'm not in class. And then, I get to class and mentally turn myself to 'On'. I don't really care what the SRI peoples tell me. No one can tell what read. BRING ON THE REBELLIOUS AND INDEPENDENT ALMOST TEENAGER! 

Sorry about that angry rant. I need to blow off this steam I have kept inside me all day. And guess where I get to do it? 

Speaking of reading, I really need a new bookshelf for books. There are random stacks all over my room at the moment. My mother keeps nagging me about them, but I told her that they give my room character. Jump forward 3 hours in time, she's moved them to my closet. I just hate when she moves my things, and she thinks she's cleaning. Especially when she moves my books. I'm very territorial about my books. They help me bring out my inner Harry Potter nerd. 

Middle School is such a drama-center. Today, my friend Kristina was telling my friend Becca and I that she had a problem. She apparently likes the same person our other friend likes. The other friend, [let's call her Rose], is very territorial and jumps to bad conclusions on these sort of things. Rose will automatically get mad if she hears someone else likes her crush. GEEZ. Teenagers.

Current Weight: 131.5 lbs.

Sexy: Being one step away from the real world, but just on the brink of insanity. 

Non-Sexy: Mullets. The haircut and the fish. 

P.S. Authors are also sexy. But I'll tell you about that tomorrow. BYE!