Edit:

Also, I got my copy of "Woodrow Wilson" today. VHS style.

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Sick Transit Smurfy.

So, the bus was late. 2nd year in a row. At least it came this year.

My dad woke me up at 6:30. "THE BUS'LL COME EARLY LIKE IT DID IN 8TH GRADE!"

3 hours later.

Why am I awake.

It was the most incredibly odd feeling at school today. LIke, I really hadn't... gone at all?

It felt like I'd been there all summer. It's weird. And suddenly, I realize how small everything is.

EEEEEEEEEGH.

Lunch was cool.

School was cool.

Then I went to math.

Cool no more.

Blah. Math. We did the simplest stuff in algebra, order of operations?

Yeah, missed every single question. This is a bad omen, and that really brought me down the rest of the day.

And again, for some reaon, we have a new bus driver.

I have never had the same one two years in a row. Dean, Susan, Asheeka, now: Mysterious fat black woman.

Seth moved to georgia, Stephen dropped out, and the cool kids all graduated.

The bus isn't quite as hip without Seth, but it's fly. This morning, there weren't many new kids on the bus, and we had a good ol' time. We were joking and things.

So kewl.

Yeah...

It's lookin' like it'll be a nice year.

I was bothered, really, by the fact that the MouseTrap understudies won't.. actually be doing MouseTrap.

I don't really like that, it kind of makes me a little uneasy. If I make understudy, I don't think I'll do it, because I'm trying out to do MouseTrap. I don't want to do a comedy about.. stuff.

Eh. Bother.

I'm gonna go watch more of "Interstella" now.

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EDIT:

Did I mention how for the last two years I've never made it to homeroom on the first day?

Because I haven't.