I'm pretty sure my brother printed out a mini-paper about George W. Bush. It has a picture of him looking stupid and then under it a whole bunch of Spanish phrases all starting with "George es" which I take to be "Geroge is".
A few of them don't sound flattering. Artistico, maybe... but "George no es muy inteligente"?
I think my brother did an assignment for Spanish that bashed Bush.
I am so terribly amused.
Seventh-grade me was so annoying. And a lot of eighth-grade me. Kind and wonderful, yes, but ANNOYING.
Way to sugar-coat things to the point of choking people.
I mean, I'm not a fan of my ninth-grade self, but I'll admit she wasn't quite as annoying as "Nalci".
I've reclaimed the name from that point in my past, yes...
But GOODNESS was I annoying!
I think it was pretty darn hard to see that I had a backbone.
Then again, I had just been bullied out of my mind...
So. Today I had free time. It was amazing.
I printed out calendar pages so I now have a pseudo calendar that works well and makes me happy.
Called interview people and left a message. Have my interview with Mrs. Cavanagh tomorrow after school. And it's for a project, not a job.
Still hoping to get a job at MelDivas as some point.
Anyway. I made bookmarks. One for Kleppy. And a bigger duct tape wallet that fits my cards better. Ran out of tape right as I finished the card pocket.
Did a little school work.
Made a light oil pastel picture to use as the background for my letter to Aubrey.
Did other stuff.
I feel really good. Much better than I felt when I was almost having a panic attack in trialge and then sobbing into Mrs. Cavanagh.
Yeah. Ten times better. But tired. So it's time for letter-writing and bed.