Docta's Blog

You remember Joseph from my last entry? Good.
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I've liked this guy for maybe a year and a half now. We've been close friends since like first grade when I drew him a 'get well' picture when he sprained his arm. Soooo yah.
Recently we've been hanging out a lot more. I go biking with him and our friend Joel at least once a week. Since maybe two weeks ago. But we've gone biking like seven times X3
Yah and here's where it gets interesting. lol no.
Today I left cross country early to do an assignment in the school library before 4:00 rolled around. Joseph and my best friend...

Yesterday afternoon I crashed on my bike. Yaaay. My two friends and I were going down this sloped road (on our way to a candy store) and I wasn't paying complete attention to where I was and when my friend that was on the road in front of me slowed to get onto the sidewalk, I was still going fast and I slammed the brakes and like...got flipped over the left handlebar and hit my hand then elbow and then my hip.
And somehow ended up on my back.
When I got up, (after like twenty seconds of just laying there groaning) my hands were scraped and they BURNED LIKE SHIT. This spot the size of...

I like ALL of my teachers, which is a PHENOMENON.
I think this year won't be as bad as I thought.
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My first hour (history) teacher is the awesome, acts-like-a-mature-person-but-also-like-a-kid type. She rocks.
My second hour (orchestra) teacher I haven't really gotten to know yet. But he seems cool.
My third hour (Espanol) teacher is still awesome like she was when I had her last year.
My fourth hour (algebra) teacher is also the acts-like-a-mature-person-but-also-like-a-kid kind, and I had him last year so I know him.
Fifth hour, my grade's advisory, isn't...

Hooray for algebra.
There is ONE SINGLE THING I'm going to despise about school.
The guy who's got a crush on me that's borderline stalkertude. He's liked me since fourth grade and somehow got the impression that we dated in fifth grade.
He's so awkward around me. It makes ME feel awkward.
Eugh, not in the 'holy shabizzle he's talking to me omg ilufhim' kinda way.
He's just not my type.
And 'sides, he has anger issues and I don't really wanna get involved with someone that's got those...
Don't get me wrong, he's not a mean guy--he just gets mad real easy and stuff....

Herro.
My summer is not a summer at ALL. I'm lucky that I got to do swimming this year...most summers my mom keeps me cooped up in the house because she's so paranoid. I haven't talked to a single one of my friends since school got out two months ago until TODAY.
The only outside time I get is when I ride my bike for five minutes to my neighborhood pool for my lessons and back and when I go out to water my tomato plant. X3
And on the occasion that I go grocery shopping with my mom or when we got to the library.
I swear to God, I think I'm getting cabin fever DX
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