Okay. I feel better now. You know why? I did what I always do when I have a bad day: sit cross-legged in the middle of the floor with a can of large, pitted black olives and a fork. I then proceed to bang around the can with the fork for ten or so minutes while I try to get the olives out. Leave the juice in the can. Actually, I don't know how long it takes. I'll time it next time. But yeah. You take all your anger out on the olives. Rules: No touching the olives until you actually eat them. Olives must be stabbed with the fork before eaten. Juice must stay in can. Only the can of olives and juice and the fork are to be used. Uhh...I think that's it.
But, while working on stupid maths, I remembered a bunch of great things I've said lately. Like, today, for instance.
I jabbed Eliot in the back as we passed in the halls, and asked for his script to borrow for out skit. I forgot to print one out for myself. He said he'd give it to me at lunch, and asked where I sit. I mumbled something really intelligent, like, "Uhh, tree. There's a tree out there." I pointed to roughly the direction where Mr. Tree, as we've named him, sits. Yup. I'm a smart one.
Oh, and last week in English. We were discussing what we wanted to achieve before we were twice our current age. The teacher called on me, and I said, "I want to be fluent in a language." It took me a minute to figure out why everyone was laughing. "I mean a language other than English!" I added quickly, beginning to laugh myself. I'll be the best writer. It's great not to know how to talk. Really helps, eh?
Well, I think that's it. Hope my mom rents me that movie. =3 Talk to you later!
With Renounced Love,
Faye
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