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Okay, guys, this is going to be the start of the plethora of journal entries. Don't mind them, they get better. Well...actually, they get worse, but bear with me.
Anywho, Spanish class. My Spanish class can be VERY boring. But other times it can be fun. I'll admit, I like to learn new things. Spanish is the class I learn the most in. I know you all like to learn stuff, even if you think you hate it. Think about the last time you said, "What the ******** is that?!"
Yeah, you get what I'm saying, don't you?
Well, in this class, we had to take notes from a powerpoint presentation. I never really take notes, especially in this class, since everything in the notes is also in the book...and it's easy to memorize. So I pulled my binder to my lap and wrote the thoughts running through my head onto my notebook. I got to two straight pages of complete...well, thought. A couple of classes later, I looked back and couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous I was. Anyway, here it is.
"I'm writing. I'm gonna write and pretend I'm taking notes. Oh, look. I'm in spanish learning time and stuff. Apparently hour is hora. She said screen. It is what? Woah. Big clock. Hey look! It's made of chalk! And pointing to 1. Ffff...exams. Spinning words foo too woo. The clock moved back three horas. I wonder what's for dinner. Every hour, on the hour. Y. And. Chalk. Yellow typed words annoy me. Stop reading what I'm writing. Now. No need for chalk, just spin the words onto the board! In nine minutes it'll be nine minutes after you said that. More words. No need for erasers either, apparently. Erase the fake board with the simple push of a button! No way, I'm not doing a clock! That's like throwing a cyber sausage down a hallway. The big clock is back. Something's funny? Okay, then. Ha ha. I just split a side. So funny, man. Now would be a good time to STOP reading this. I know you're reading this as I'm writing. b***h. Last clock. Spinning circle now? Something about the number seven. And five till it. Man, I write a lot. Epic failureness. THIRTY. 29? Okay. Fill the page fill the page fill the page fill the page fill the page. I can't keep that up. I'm bored. And tired. And hungry. Time could start passing a little faster now. I wonder what opinion I'll have of now three years later when I find this. I hope I won't regret it as much as that creepy video I made when I was twelve. Nothing equals el punto. Punto. Nice. Speaking of media, I'm hungry. Dia(?) is a word. Let's answer that through writing. Midnight. IT'S A JACKAL! Damn, I never thought I'd get this far. Por qué? Because I feel like it. Oh, last line. Time to either stop or continue to the next page...
(Next page)
I chose to continue. This isn't even my pen. My family's gonna wonder where the fizzle it went. That dog pisses me off. They named it 'Paco'. What kind of name is that? Come on, people! El Super Taco! Damn. Stupid stuffed dog. No. No questions. Dammit! Enough clocks! Change that background. It's very irritating. It could say ******** under it for all we care. Yay. Put the es in front of what? Ah. It is...it is what? What is it? Is it a gerbil? I hope it's a gerbil. My ear itches. Now it doesn't. You're wrong. It's nine-thirty. Black letters on a dark green backdrop don't mix. Take them off now! Don't throw your A la's at me! I don't want them. I don't want to start the...WOAH. That's trippy. It's six o'clock. No it's not. It's 9:30. Dammit. Crap. She's walking around now. Time to stop. It appears she's stopped walking around. Nonetheless, I need to stop writing. This be's Kriel, stopping my writing. Spanish be's over."
And that's it. I was thinking about continuing, but you know how sequels end up.
Don't mind half of the stuff in there. Remember, some of these are mental answers to the questions the teacher was asking. Also take into account that I was very tired at the time. neutral
Hope you enjoyed that little disaster of a text wall. biggrin
 TooHyphy · Mon Nov 26, 2007 @ 06:16am · 0 Comments |
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