Buzz spoke, explaining that the principal would allow Buzz to go to the dance with Angela. My mouth dropped. Did Buzz’s plans really work? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Buzz went on to say that the principal is willing to forget Buzz’s past history as a bully if Buzz continues to make a genuine change, which means the principal would indeed allow Angela to go the dance with Buzz. The principal also wanted to know details on who else was going on this “group” outing. Buzz told him he had only thought this far with his plans and was eager for any advice. He was told that I and Jacob have to go to the dance with Buzz and that we both need partners.
I’m stressed out now. I need a date, and so does Jacob. I’m not a miracle worker here. Only one magic trick a year, people; that’s all I can do. We and our dates are to be at the principal’s house by 7:30 the night of the dance, and the principal will be our chaperone. Wonderful. This is more than I had bargained for.
Buzz tried taking over the workload by saying Jacob could go to the dance with Buzz’s younger sister, but that doesn’t get me off the hook. I can’t go with Jessica, and the girls at school hate me. What am I going to do? I wish Donald would hurry up and put me out of my misery.
If your desires are not extravagant, they will be granted.
When did I ever desire a date for the dance? Yeah, thought so.
Thursday, April 21st, 2011
8:16 p.m.
What Week Is It?
Where has this week gone? It seems like all of my teachers really piled on the work this week. Not to mention, I’m already stressed out about finding a girl to go with to the dance. I already asked out one girl in the usual manner: “You don’t have a date? That stinks. Well, I’ll go with you since no one else will.” Almost got slapped for that one.
Still nothing from Donald and Tim; just a bunch of dirty looks that are more aimed at Hercules than me, Buzz, and Jacob. Hercules really doesn’t want a part of any of this. He will sit with us at lunch, but that is it. He won’t come over to plan things; he just keeps to himself and minds his own business. I guess that is the smart thing to do.
As for Buzz and Angela, well, they have been sitting by each other at lunch ever since the old man gave her permission to go to the dance with Buzz. I have never seen Buzz talk so much about himself in all his life. I was surprised at some of the things he has done, like he went to space camp. I’ve always wanted to go. He is also a great listener. He could listen to Angela for hours.
Well, I am off to enjoy my weekend. Good Friday is tomorrow, and I am going to celebrate by sitting in my room worrying about who to ask to the dance. I have no one. I know some of my readers have offered to go with me, but I don’t know you. I only know what you type, and who knows if what you type is the truth? Who knows if what I’m typing is the truth? Hmmmmmmmwwwaaa. Wow, I just scared myself a little on that one. Everyone, have a Good Friday, get it? Good Friday . . . forget it.
To love is to forgive.
Does that mean the principal loves Buzz now?
Sunday, April 24th, 2011
9:39 p.m.
Easter
Now this is a holiday that I don’t understand. I don’t understand why there is an Easter bunny who has Easter eggs. In the real world, rabbits don’t lay eggs, chickens do. A rabbit is considered to be a warm-blooded mammal just like humans, and we don’t lay eggs. So I am confused why a bunny is hiding eggs. Who did the bunny steal the eggs from? Are there a million mother hens running around screaming, “My babies are gone,” or are the hens confused about why a pretty bunny, instead of a fox, is stealing their eggs? How did the bunny decorate the eggs without opposable thumbs? This whole thing just raises too many questions for my teenage mind. The only logical answer I can come up with is because it’s fun.
I think I’m right, because I had a blast. Jessica and I woke up and
I’m stressed out now. I need a date, and so does Jacob. I’m not a miracle worker here. Only one magic trick a year, people; that’s all I can do. We and our dates are to be at the principal’s house by 7:30 the night of the dance, and the principal will be our chaperone. Wonderful. This is more than I had bargained for.
Buzz tried taking over the workload by saying Jacob could go to the dance with Buzz’s younger sister, but that doesn’t get me off the hook. I can’t go with Jessica, and the girls at school hate me. What am I going to do? I wish Donald would hurry up and put me out of my misery.
If your desires are not extravagant, they will be granted.
When did I ever desire a date for the dance? Yeah, thought so.
Thursday, April 21st, 2011
8:16 p.m.
What Week Is It?
Where has this week gone? It seems like all of my teachers really piled on the work this week. Not to mention, I’m already stressed out about finding a girl to go with to the dance. I already asked out one girl in the usual manner: “You don’t have a date? That stinks. Well, I’ll go with you since no one else will.” Almost got slapped for that one.
Still nothing from Donald and Tim; just a bunch of dirty looks that are more aimed at Hercules than me, Buzz, and Jacob. Hercules really doesn’t want a part of any of this. He will sit with us at lunch, but that is it. He won’t come over to plan things; he just keeps to himself and minds his own business. I guess that is the smart thing to do.
As for Buzz and Angela, well, they have been sitting by each other at lunch ever since the old man gave her permission to go to the dance with Buzz. I have never seen Buzz talk so much about himself in all his life. I was surprised at some of the things he has done, like he went to space camp. I’ve always wanted to go. He is also a great listener. He could listen to Angela for hours.
Well, I am off to enjoy my weekend. Good Friday is tomorrow, and I am going to celebrate by sitting in my room worrying about who to ask to the dance. I have no one. I know some of my readers have offered to go with me, but I don’t know you. I only know what you type, and who knows if what you type is the truth? Who knows if what I’m typing is the truth? Hmmmmmmmwwwaaa. Wow, I just scared myself a little on that one. Everyone, have a Good Friday, get it? Good Friday . . . forget it.
To love is to forgive.
Does that mean the principal loves Buzz now?
Sunday, April 24th, 2011
9:39 p.m.
Easter
Now this is a holiday that I don’t understand. I don’t understand why there is an Easter bunny who has Easter eggs. In the real world, rabbits don’t lay eggs, chickens do. A rabbit is considered to be a warm-blooded mammal just like humans, and we don’t lay eggs. So I am confused why a bunny is hiding eggs. Who did the bunny steal the eggs from? Are there a million mother hens running around screaming, “My babies are gone,” or are the hens confused about why a pretty bunny, instead of a fox, is stealing their eggs? How did the bunny decorate the eggs without opposable thumbs? This whole thing just raises too many questions for my teenage mind. The only logical answer I can come up with is because it’s fun.
I think I’m right, because I had a blast. Jessica and I woke up and
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