"I couldn't eat it because I had gum. In my mouth." "Where else would it be?"

C'est moi, Robin.
Here was my day:

Bio: Oh my GOSH it went SOOO SLOWLY. I looked at my watch because I thought it was about five to, but no, it was only twenty five after. We were playing with the microscopes, Kerri was annoying as usual, nothing new there. Heidi is going to clone me out of DNA taken from my hair follicle. That also is nothing new.

French: Had the test. I missed one word, "foin" which means hay. I asked Andra what it was afterwards and she was like, "it's hay! Remember, put the coin in the foin? That's how I remember it!" I'm not too sure how that helps, but who can fathom the deep recesses of Andra's mind? We also read the wonkiest story in French. There was a woman whose husband, Joseph, died, and she was looking out the window and saw a guy take a body out of his trunk and bury it. For no reason at all, she ran out of her house and closed the trunk and then hid behind the curtains. Then the guy leaves and it cuts to a scene where the guy is being interrogated by the cops and it turns out his dog died and he was burying it, but there was a body of a guy in his trunk, and the guy didn't know who it was. Mr. Lamers warned us that the story didn't make sense. When we ended the story there was this little silence, and I'm like, "how did that happen?" and Lamers said, "how DID that happen?" and I ventured a guess: "she killed Joseph?" Yes, turns out the woman was crazy and killed her husband and got rid of the body by sticking it in that dude's trunk. Those crazy Frenchmen. Anyway, it was so funny because the four of us took turns reading, and Andra, Nolan, and I stumbled through with our terrible accents and then Florian reads, super fast and comfortably, with a flawless accent. It made us all look so bad.

Creative Writing: We are in a completely tedious biography unit. Today we got these slips of paper telling us whether we were old, middle age, or young, high income or low income, healthy or unhealthy. I was middle aged, high income, and healthy. Then she assigned us partners and we had to interview each other and make up fake personalities. I was partnered with JP, which SUCKED. I was named Gerda Green, I had a big inheritance so I didn't work, I was widowed with no kids. He also asked me whether I picked up hookers and I said all the time. Being partners with him was terrible. We did our interviews in about thirty seconds each and then we did nothing. I heard Jen talk today, she either has a British accent or a speech impediment. And she also has the WEIRDEST TEETH EVER! The front teeth are in the right place, so are her eyeteeth, but the teeth between her front and eyeteeth are way back in her mouth. It looks like there are two rows of teeth, but the ones in front of the receded teeth aren't there. It's the freakiest thing ever. In creative writing, I was mesmerized by her teeth. They are that freaky.

Band: Boring, as per usual. Kiera, Danny, Brittany, and Vicky had a SAC meeting (love saying that) and were gone the whole period.

Math A30: Mr. Farrell went off on a tangent about Swiss cheese, as a result, we got a three question assignment in the last five minutes. Heidi was bullying me, as per usual, that fucktard.

Spare: Mr. Lamers told me that I had the most interesting looking books. I'm going to make him read Tick Tock. It was originally going to be Life Expectancy, but Ian has to read that one. Maria's reading Prey. I'm so proud of her. We also had a fire drill in the last five minutes. Luckily, the art room is right by an exit, so we didn't burn.

Heidi and I want to do something to Kerri, which sounds really mean, but seriously, we HATE her. I want to introduce her to Jen (weird teeth person) because they both are really annoying and maybe that would get Kerri out of our hair. La la la la la la la.

I have a tentative glimmer of a story idea...something with monsters under the bed and/or in the closet. But the under the bed thing might morph into a short story by Bruce Coville in which a boy gets stuck in the world under his bed. But I still want to incorporate utilitarian bioethics, but maybe I'll have to refrain this time.

I think I had a dream that I was going out with Zayne. Either that or it was some nonexistent person that I was supposedly friends with. I don't know, but I just thought about it.
Zayne and I are now talking about how much we want Kerri to die. I'm so bad.

It is now 6:25, and I've gotta jet.
Ciao.