Part 1: Ugh. School. Double Ugh. Part 2: Hmm...sorta funny and optimistic

*****Warning: it's a long post-only continue reading if you truely have the time. I have no idea how long it takes to read, only how long it takes to write.*****

Part 1 (Do NOT think about what this even means until you read the 1st paragraph...)

School's back. Unfortunately. Ugh. Like in the title. Yup. I'm sore. All I can say it's from is this: track everyday. Fun stuff, huh? Not really, I mean the soreness, but track isn't that bad. Weird. Spell check said 'isn't' isn't a word. Hm...So school. Work again. No idea why I writing short sentences. Strange. Maybe I'm slightly brain dead from the sudden increase in brainal activity. Ugh. Sorry, not much too tell than that I'm reeeeaaaaaallllllllllly disappointed about winter break ending. Gotta stop ranting. Now. Okay, I did. I think. Maybe. Okay-part 2-normal me-starting............NOW!

Part 2 {The supposedly normal me post that you were suppose to read in the first place}

Okay, I'm back from the dead! Yay, huh? So, I got a few funny stories. Sorta. But then again you sorta had to be there to actually laugh histarically at them. Here you are:

1. {Setting: Yesterday. For those reading in China or some place 12 hours off, it was Friday the 9th.} So me and my friend E (privacy issues again.....) were after school staying for track since its everyday. So, practice ends 30 minutes early and we're both standing around since both of our parents aren't there yet. We get bored then go into the weight room which is dark but not too dark...(the lights were turned off but the whole wall was made of windows, so windows+sun=sorta see-able) So we're asking each other, "Are we supposed to be here???" and then..........the office door opens. We tried to scramble out the door but umm.... we were too slow. And.....it was our coach. Whew. Thankfully not one of those sorta scary football coaches (no offense given FTBLL coaches-you're just a little intimidating). So he was like, "What are you two doing here?" And we were, "Oh. I guess we're not supposed to be in here....darn."

So there's that story, not really funny when I write it out but too bad for you... It kinda reminded me of a horror movie, you know, the part when the closed door creepily opens....it was like that. Okay, next story.

2. {Setting: Yesterday, Jan. 9-4th Period-English, right before afterschool track}
English class. Yup. So we have something called DEAR time every once in a while. It stands for Drop Everything And Read. Pretty sweet, huh? Only it's not if you don't have a book; you get a big, fat zero. So our teacher gave us DEAR time and asked everyone to hold up their books. I rummaged around in my backpack and pulled out a double-novel containing Of Mice and Men and Cannery Row. The catch about DEAR time is you can't use a book that pertains to school at all like oh, something we read in English like OF MICE AND MEN. So I hold up my book with some others. A lot forgot; most of us don't have room in our backpacks to hold an extra book, or at least I can vouch for that. So I'm holding it up and Ms. X (Shhh...privacy issues, I'm like the Secret Service) looks at me and says, "Now, Das... (although its my real name not Das, like I said before, I'm the secret service; a spy; I'm A privacy issue) ....isn't that Of Mice and Men?" I responded, "But it has two books in one; its Cannery Row too!" She looks at it again. Mind you, this book I'm holding up is all tattered and a big hunk of the corner is torn off so it's not pretty. This is why backpacks are cruel. Ms. X drops the subjuct for a minute while recording other people's book or bookless states. Then she returns to me still holding up the ragged book. She starts, "Now, Das......" I bust in sorta frantic cause I do not want a stupid zero and say, "But I bought it at a garage sale and....." I trailed off laughing very insanely because the class started laughing the second I got to 'garage sale'. It was an idoitic moment. I still don't know to this second if I got a zero or not. Hopefully not. I guess I'll check later.

Part 1 (Don't acknowledge this until next paragraph is read.)

So there's my few sorta kinda funny stories and this extra-long post since school started back up again. Ugh. No!!! This little paragraph is now the part 1 section; it' s getting depressing talking about school. Lemme start over...starting.......Now!

{By the by, the 'starting.......Now!' thing is supposed to resemble like a director with a movie, except there is ABSOLUTELY no cut.} --that was brought to you by a random little fact snippet not in either Part 1 or Part 2 but sort of in a purgatory of the 2 sections since it doesn't really fit in anywhere while this post is getting progessively and excessively longer.


Part 2 (Otherwise known as the optimistic part)

Okay, hilarious stories done. Case closed. Bottles recapped. Briefcases shut. Chairs thrown. Not really the last one but that's the gist about it. I hope you enjoyed this marvelously long post. I don't think spell check's on since I'm almost sure I spelled a hundred words wrong. Probably not but I hope some EDITORS **hint, hint** would tell me if they actually found anything. No, I'm joking, I'd never let you guys suffer like that-I'll just keep the mistakes and errors to myself. Okay.....I think it's that time again.....Sayonara!!!