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Sorryness for lack of updates--was dragged off to mountain resort because my parents wanted to buy property there. *mutters under breath* Who spends 200 grand on a piece of dirt anyway? Even if you're going to build a house on it later.

Tests are starting to be graded, teachers are starting to give me The Talk. 4th period Friday--Gov teacher--"You were the only one to get a perfect score on the test! Why were you ever not in Honours?" 5th period--Bio teacher--"You were the only one to not flunk the essay portion! Why don't you ever do your homework?" 7th period--English--"I looked through your portfolio, you're one of the best writers in the class. There's no reason whatsoever for you to be failing right now."

*basks in the glow of underachieving*

On Friday weight training got together with another gym class and played badminton--I got the impression that this was supposed to be a treat. There's a reason I signed up for weight training instead of regular gym, and that reason would be that I have no hand-eye coordination whatsoever. Thus, it should logically follow that I cannot play badminton. Unfortunately, the gym teacher did not understand this, and gave me lots of shit for sitting against the wall the rest of the period after a miserable game where I missed the birdie completely as often as I hit it.

Have vague ideas for NaNoWriMo. No plot yet. SciFi = teh kool, d00d. Water crisis, USA v Canada, and autistic robots.

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Sorryness for lack of updates--was dragged off to mountain resort because my parents wanted to buy property there. *mutters under breath* Who spends 200 grand on a piece of dirt anyway? Even if you're going to build a house on it later.

Tests are starting to be graded, teachers are starting to give me The Talk. 4th period Friday--Gov teacher--"You were the only one to get a perfect score on the test! Why were you ever not in Honours?" 5th period--Bio teacher--"You were the only one to not flunk the essay portion! Why don't you ever do your homework?" 7th period--English--"I looked through your portfolio, you're one of the best writers in the class. There's no reason whatsoever for you to be failing right now."

*basks in the glow of underachieving*

On Friday weight training got together with another gym class and played badminton--I got the impression that this was supposed to be a treat. There's a reason I signed up for weight training instead of regular gym, and that reason would be that I have no hand-eye coordination whatsoever. Thus, it should logically follow that I cannot play badminton. Unfortunately, the gym teacher did not understand this, and gave me lots of shit for sitting against the wall the rest of the period after a miserable game where I missed the birdie completely as often as I hit it.

Have vague ideas for NaNoWriMo. No plot yet. SciFi = teh kool, d00d. Water crisis, USA v Canada, and autistic robots.