Doodle Your Life Away

I swear, this year I doodle more than 7th and 8th grades combined.

Tomorrow (is it sad that I'm just learning to spell that right?) is the last day of the quarter. I went a whole quarter of high school with out imminent death.

I learned my pet peeves!!! I didn't think anything really bothered me, but the list is as follows:

1. People who breathe from their mouths. Excuse me, I just can stand that sound.


2. People who read your doodles over your shoulder and don't even bother to keep their laughter to themselves. Ozwald. (or Oswald. (or Loud-Mouth-Breather-Who-Can't-Keep-his-Eyes-on-his-own-paper.))


3. Teachers who are a.) overly peppy (horne) or b.) underly peppy (sayre). Why can't I just have 7 Ruffings.


4. Teachers who don't GIVE NOTES BACK!!

But yes. Anyway, exciting news!! I have convinced one brother into techiehood and the other into thespianism. In other words: I get to sit in on Memorial play practices for the next three years.

Speaking of Memorial: you know how people are always like "when you're old, you'll remember high school as the best years of your life"? Disagree. Disagree. DISAGREE. It'll always be middle school. I look in the mirror and think 'what happened to that cute little sevie who was so happy'?? The answer is simple! High school happened. I had a dentist appointment yesterday and i freaked out when we went past memorial like "Mom! You missed the turn!!!!" and she was like "Hon, you go to BRADLEY." She only calls me "hon" when i've been a space case. Oh well. I'll be Doodling My Life Away....