As angsty and pretentious as possible
Well hey there.
Yesterday was my first ever first day of eighth grade – ever. Our school was renovated-ish (they just put up a SmartBoard, really – and replaced the 100 billion year old boiler that’s been heating the building since.. a long time) over the summer so everythang is all dusty and moved around and different. My class is at the end of the hallway right next to all the other Junior High classes as opposed to last year when we were alone on another floor. The new 7th graders* are aight. We’re just missing that one kid who wears designer shoes and who’s dad looks like some actor (Dennis Miller?) or something. But the fact that my teacher plays Pavement in class and is awesome makes up for just about everything.
* it’s a Montessori (make sure you read Montessori like an elitist yacht-owning snob) school so we have 7th and 8th graders in our class.
Our first lesson was about keeping a journal (we have to make one entry per week) and how it is important we learn to “express our feelings through writing” and how a journal is a good way to let “other people see through your lens.” I kind of wanted to say DUDE I ALREADY BLOG but that hasn’t quite, uh, “caught on” in the social spectrum of junior high. Not that I care about what any other kids think…
(photos – André Paul Princes on Booooooom)
By the way, I’M GETTING ZITS GUYZ. Not really okay. Luckily they’re just like, on my chin. And nose. MY CHEEKS SHALL REMAIN UNTOUCHED, you damn puss bubbles. Actually I have a theory that pimples are filled with angst and that’s why teenagers have zits because they’re filled with angst and teenagers are typically angsty. So as logic would dictate (I just typed “dicacte.” I’m a closet dyslexic, apparently) I may experience an increase in angst now as there are pimples on my face. BE WARNED.
Yeah. Today I met a blog reader from Germany to which my dad and I talked about the Cathedral and the return of vinyl and other deep stuff like that. Oh also I found out that lots of parental units from my school read this blog, as a matter o’ fact – something I did not know of. Whoops better go delete those posts where I TALK ABOUT YOUR CHILD in an offensive manner :/ brb.
