December 8

Wednesdays are still better than Mondays. Just to let you know.

It's obvious I still didn't learn how to stop writing to my journal as if it's alive. Yes that right, I'm talking about 'you'. Thanks. A lot. I really appreciate it.

Please note my sarcasm that I had said aloud. Paper can't get my awesome voice so I'm just writing this to let 'you' know.

Okay, I seriously think I've gone mental now. Last time I wrote (which happened to be on a Wednesday too) someone nearly caught me! He heard me whispering the words I was writing in you and asked me if I had lost it.

I told him no and said I was only whispering lyrics to some song. Normally, most guys would just be happy with that answer and leave me alone. But not this guy. This guy's middle name is stubborn. Seriously. He's in my English class and I should know that he won't give up without a fight.

Sander told me to ignore the guy, but it's hard to ignore someone who asks you what song over and over...and over...and over...and over...and over...and over...and over...and banana...and over...and over...and over...and microwave...and over...and over...and over...and penguin.

Did you catch that? Yeah, just wrote down random things to keep my hand from getting tired of writing the same thing over...and over...and over...and-

No, I'm playing. There's no way I'll write that again. And again. And again...and again...and again...and again...and I'm kidding again.

Winter is here-ish. The sky is completely white, which feels empty. I'm used to seeing a blue sky in the morning, or at least some gray. But no, it's white. Em says it looks like a blank canvas. Sander said it looked like a layer of white feathers, because you can kinda see the texture of the clouds (that happen to be white too, go figure!).

What do I see?

Actually, I just see white. After that, Sander asked me how I was put into art again, and I told him I was awesome, duh. I mean, drama and music is cool too, but do they let you make a huge gigantic mess and get away with it after saying that you 'spilled a can or two or three or four or five of paint?'.

I didn't think so.

Although spilling a can or two or three or four or five is pretty fun. I've done it once (obviously or I wouldn't have brought it up) and it was all over the windows, the walls, the floor, and everybody in there. They didn't make me clean it up because I told them it was an accident and that I couldn't control the random wind spasms. They bought it (all because I was just new to the academy and they always bend the rules with the new ones) and Mr. Weedon had to clean it up.

He had to bring in Manfred too to help, ha! It was one of the best works I have ever done in school, which Sander says is kinda sad since me making a mess is better than any school work I have done, but hey, what can I say? I'm an 'accident prone'. Especially when my endowment comes in handy- I mean, goes out of my control completely.

Please note my sincere 'completely'.

Please note that I looked the word up in the dictionary, so that doesn't count towards my big word thing.

Please also note that my hand is tired and my flashlight is nearly dead. I have to remind myself to go out to buy new batteries on the weekends. Speaking of weekends...

I have no plans. Everyone is too busy, even Em and Sander.

I need new friends.