--I'm really mad now. I just spent an hour on an entry, and it was really good. Then, I tried to recreate it, pressed a button, and lost everything I re-wrote. It's my karma...curses. Anyways, I made up a great poem about my English teacher and that's what made it so great, so I'm just going to recreate that. Ode to Mrs. Mowles: Your wonderful writing skills are no match for you radiant beauty The words you say Flow from your lips Like a river of beautiful sound I love your class and I would get held back Just to spend one more year with you and see you day after day ------------------------------------------ Real meaning: Your writing sucks. (How the hell did you get this job?) You are mabey the ugliest tub of goo I've ever seen. (-sings-DO YOUR ARMS HANG LOW, DO THEY JIGGLE TO AND FRO! And...did something eat your knees? Where did they go?) Everything you say has absolutly no meaning and is completly irrelavent to the subject you are being paid to teach. Which, sadly enough, you haven't been teaching. I hate your class with a passion. (I'd much rather stick my head through a meat proccesor) I would kill myself if I got held back. (But you first) -bangs head on wall- One...more...year...One...more....year...-dies- If I had to see you day after day, I would gouge out my eyes with a spoon. ------------------------------------------- That was an Ode to Mrs. Mowles. Three cheers for Mrs. Mowles! Mooooo! Mooooo! Moooo! --Now you know why my karma is so increadibly bad. Anyways, the other stuff I was writing about the first time was about how I know have about 5 journals. Fabbity fab fab. Oh, yes, I highly suggest you get a real journal, it's fun to express yourself. Anyways...I don't know what else I was talking about. Except for the fact that I'm really hyper. Oh yes, somebody put up a firewall on our computer. No more chatting on neopets. Cry Cry, Tear Tear. So sad. Anyways, if this doesn't save, I might blow up. I'm to annoyed with it. Well, Adios Amigos. -Sickey