Ack, school started.
I am an officio(?) ninth grader. (Is officio Latin for official? Iono.)
And everyone knows that, right?
Apparently, my mother doesn't.
-____-
Supposedly, she spent all summer thinking I was going into eighth grade, and was completely
taken aback when I had told her I was in ninth grade. She started cracking up, and then
quickly transitioned to being teary-eyed.
She couldn't believe that her eldest child had gone to high school.
-____-
-facepalm-
Anyway, Garden Grove High School is pretty cool, if you ignore all the people who push you, and the usual
rabble-rousers.
...well, the buildings and campus are cool, anyway.
Wait, but the campus isn't cool!
Why?
Because I managed to get myself lost three times into the school year, and that sucks because I had gone to the school a few days before to try to familiarize myself with the campus.
Arghh.
The E building is pretty cool, though.
I have Latin in there for 2nd period, and I always pass the awesome display cases they have there.
And plus, there's a rumor of a ghost haunting the building?
At least, that what Jenny told me.
That is really cool, though.
I may or may not have an excuse when I trip over nothing.

Hehe, 25th post.

Where to start?
Alright, so I went to L.A. today for my blister-causing class(justkeedingXD).
On the way up there, I saw van full of chickens.
O_____O
CHICKENS?!
Yes, yes, chickens.
They were all brownish, with a red waddle thing.
XD
Twas funny!
But then I got sad, because I think I know where they were headed.
And then I think I craved chicken.
XC
I know I'm a reaally bad person.
And, then when I got to class, my new teacher thought I was eleven.
And she knew Shayla was my sister.
Okay, let's step back a little--My sister turned eleven(yeah, yeah, happy birthday >w<)
a few days ago; she turned eleven.
I was sitting right next to Shayla, and my cruel, cruel(justkeedingagain) teacher asked us both if we were eleven.

I guess the inch I grew over the summer didn't count for anything.

(sulks)
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Okay, according to my mother, Shayla is clever and I'm intelligent, but not street-smart.
Whatever that means.
But I found out a few days ago that Shayla is, although dumber than me(sorry, Shayla), she,um, knows the ways of the world.
As in the cycle of life thing.
AS IN BABIES.
It's kind of weird to be talking about this, not to mention embarassing, but I shall continue!
Okay, I know how babies are made, or at least I thought so, until Shayla clarified some things for me.
Not only am I ashamed that my little sister knows this and I didn't, but I am also scarred for life.
-sighs-
I think I get some of jokes Robert told me now.