9:54 AM

So here I am, bored in Creative Writing.  Seeing as how it's a writing class, I might as well write something.  "79, that's right!"  says Ms. Marshall.  79 days until seniors graduate, 79 days until there are only two kids in my Bio AP class.  That will be interesting, and lonely.  There would be three, but Elyse dropped out while ago [out of school].  Issues at home and stuff, I guess. She's coming back to do the 11th grade again next year.  As long as she finishes her schooling; she has much potential.

About yesterday's post.  I dunno why, exactly, I was in such a weird mood during the day, but I felt really good after writing that.  No clue why.  And, despite how random it was, I somehow managed to make it flow.  At least I thought I flowed well anyway.  The bell's gonna ring in roughly seven minutes.  I've got a quiz later today in Honors on Emily Dickinson.  Problem is, however, I didn't check Blackboard to see what I had to read.  Hopefully it isn't too much.  I'll check Blackboard after talking to Megan.

"Gospel in the Steamroom."

Matt said someone was singing Gospel in the steamroom.  So Ms. Marshall, not unexpectedly, tells him he should write about it.  For some reason an E2 node entitled "Gospel in the Steamroom" popped into my head.  And empty node, however, I believe those are called node shells?

I should start doing that: paying more attention to what's going on around me.  Jot something down really quickly and write about it later.  So much happens here at school that I am totally oblivious to.  I need to start opening my eyes and paying attention.