Yesterday after first period, I went to my locker to see it was leaking. Water. But there was no liquid inside of my locker. Not to my knowledge, anyway. I even checked- I was right. I guess I'll never know what made my locker cry.
Regarding the material we are learning in class, my chemistry teacher keeps saying, "This is simple. You don't need to come to chemistry class to understand this stuff." And I keep thinking, "Then why am I here?"
Yesterday at rehearsal I was skipping and singing "Into the woods to grandmother's house!" in the hallway. I skipped square into a locker and knocked my head on the brick wall. I decided to act like nobody saw it and move on with my life. By posting it on here, I guess that defeats the purpose of pretending it didn't happen.
I dislocated my patella (it's the plate that covers your knee cap) at dance on Friday, and after it was knocked back into place (I know, ouch) I was told to wrap it tightly in medical tape before any physical activity to keep it in place until it fully heals. So yesterday in the locker room before gym, I tried to, but the tape wouldn't rip. I tried pulling, tearing, and eventually, biting. (Medical tape isn't yummy). Eventually I gave up and went to gym where I stretched, jumped, did pushups, jogged, sprinted, and played dodgeball without medical tape on my patella. Nothing happened.
This morning, I got a phone call at 6:28 AM. It frightened me. It took me a long time to fix the damage done by flinching while applying liquid eyeliner.
Ten minutes later, I stepped on my Glee CD. It didn't break. The case didn't even crack. God exists.
My car is sort of like a Jeep. It isn't a Jeep, but it's similar. It has a tire on the back like a Jeep. Someone asked me if I keep a spare tire for the back in the trunk. Golden.
On Saturday evening, my friend Emma and I went to a 5:00 mass at Holy Spirit. (I know, rambunctous teenagers we are.) Despite popular belief, Holy Spirit isn't the only Catholic church around. And while she and I are both Catholic, Holy Spirit is not the church either of us regularly attend. Therefore we knew not of their mass schedule. We walked in, sat down in the pews and began to pray as we listened to the Dave Matthews esque band and wondered why we were the only people in such a large church until approximately 5:04. That was when we realized: the mass was at 5:30. We protuded on the band's rehearsal.
Today, in one of my classes, someone sneezed. It was followed by a chorus of "Bless you!"s. I waited about four seconds and said, "Now let us pray." Thank you MLIA.
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