You know how I was supposed to teach kids algebra. well, someone told me I couldn't teach.
Bitch.
My bike, or rather, that bike I was given to replace the one stolen previously temporarily, was stolen.
It was locked.
Someone just took it and drove off. helmet and all.
Apparently, some guy is trying to steal other people's bikes.
I know, because someone else found their bike with the lock nearly bashed open.
Unlike when Larry (yes, that was its name) was stolen, I'm not crying.
I'm laughing.
God, I'm twisted.
By the way, this bike was named Edward, after Edward Cullen the vampire. Who I hate ever so much. Evidently, the bike was sparkly.
In other news, my grandpa showed me a bunch of stuff from when he was in ww2. It was awesome, because he basically kept every scrap of paper he found useful.
And we found some pictures of him with several diffferent women, none of them were my grandmother.
"what else was there to do there?" He replies when we comment- we being my mom and I.
I'm a huge history geek.
Anyways, we found some really cool stuff.
Records of finance and promotion, coupons for the mess hall, I.D., Old newspapers and magazines and even a few hand drawn maps of his camp and places he visited.
Wetzelnator wants us to bring things in to show people when we interview the veterans.
Speaking of which, my flex class this year is interviewing all these ww2 vets. Since my mom told her about my Grandpa, I get to interview him.
Which isn't a problem, because as his relative I know how exactly to talk to him and the kinds of things he needs to understand someone.
Unlike the idiots at school.
Because of today, I trust the Franklin student body so much less.
Current Obsession is jewelry. I'm making an opera length one out of glass and paper.
Newpaper specifically, also a bangle out of an old popcorn bucket and some drafting tape. After its bound together, I'm covering it with this really cute patterned fabric.
I think being artistic calms me down. Dunno why.
Anyways, I smell chocolate, so Imma go.
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