New Kids are as Copious as Daisies...

The title?...
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Don't ask....


Another new kid came to our school today: his name's Eddie. It's always intresting when a new kid arrives; it's fun to watch them and try and guess what catagory they'll fall under.
Eddie looks like he'll be one of those awkward outsiders.

We're sitting in seminars for lunch (some stupids desided it'd be funny to throw a poptart at the back of one of our teachers' heads) Yesterday the preps and prep-dudes invited him to sit with them - total outcast.
Looks like he barely spoke a word to 'em. Now, if he'd been cute, or hot, or whatever, he might've scored a "I'm-shy-but-at-the-same-time-so-freakin'-hot-it-makes-all-the-girls-gawk-when-they-see-me" title, but he didn't. He's just unkempt, and his style matches his personaliy: outcast.
Actually, he doesn't really have a style; looks like he just wore whatever he found on his bedroom floor. Camo hoodie - might've been punk if he'd worn the jeans, the shoes, or even a band tee, but no. I'm thinkin' he'll fall down with the nerds, maybe, especially with an old name like 'Eddie'. Poor dude...

~DWW13
Peace

Sickness and Rain

Raining outside. Fuckin' raining in February when it should be snowing. Warm outside - 60 F. Fuckin' warm in February when it should be cold.

I stayed home from school today; I've had a cold since last Thursday. Kind of worried I'll have to miss dance class this friday again; don't wanna miss two in a row... that'd be a bitch to make up.

Also, my friend Alana has her birthday party this Sunday. Intresting; it'll be the first party I actually go to; she invited 35 people and everyone can make it. I'm kind of nervous because I'm drawing her a picture as a birthday present, and even though she told people she doesn't want any gifts for her birthday, I have a feeling everyone will bring her one. I wonder how greatful she'll be of my artwork...

Love homeskillets
-DWW13

Poetry and Heroine and School Projects

Got My Heroine (by Silverstein, not Boys Like Girls, foolz)
in my head. Good song...

Unfinished poem on my mind, too... only three stanzas. Starting to look at classes for next year. Estoy nerviosa.

Got a Social Studies project due this Friday. I don't even have to present it, and I'm still nervous. I'm not sure it's enough; I have to create this newspaper on the St. Valentine's Day Massacre, and the facts I got from books and off the web was nothing...