Dear Diary,
I'm so glad that after today, all of these stupid campaign commercials will stop. Just a little while ago the phone rang, and it was this stupid guy saying that he hoped I was supporting Bush. I hung up. Then I saw that there was a message on the answering machine, and it was this stupid lady that said she hoped that we'd vote or something. She said if we wanted a carpool we could call her. Um, we live about a mile from the place where we vote, so shut up, dumb lady.
We had music class today, which means that the SSR vs. Us War began once again. Mr. Vining is preparing us for the dumb Christmas program, and everyone was singing a dumb song. Jessie kept singing this Japanese song that she found in her music book (that we've never used). It basically went like "Chong tong ha yo to to to to to..." She wouldn't shut up, and she kept making me laugh. Mr. Vining told us to be quiet a few times. And once while Jessie was singing her song, I dropped my pencil and went to pick it up. Then Jauni said, "Be quiet, Amy." I said, "I'm not talking, you retard." I said "you retard" quietly so that Mr. Vining wouldn't hear it. Craig, who was sitting next to Jauni, told her that I called her a retard.
Then, wouldn't you know it, around the end of class, Mr. Vining said that he wanted to see me, Jessie, Chase, and Maggie. He didn't do anything, like usual. He just told us to pay more attention. Um, no.
~Amy~
then | now