The Scribbles On the Wall Aren't Mine!

So, at the Academic Team match, there were older kids who tried to have a conversation with me. One was Justin, who usually just says "hi" because he's cool, and the other one was Don. That one came right out of left field (or whatever the crap the saying is). He asked my something about James Bond, and I just shrugged because I had no clue what he said. Maybe I should have said something about that. Oh, well. And then he says something that was really weird, "You know, you always have this look that says 'I don't give a crap about what's going on.'"

And, all at once, I realized something. I had finally achieved the look of complete un-caringness that I've seen on television so many times before (okay, so I'm influenced by TV. My brain isn't melting or anything, so buzz off). On the busride back to Loveland, I was excited. But, as I was thinking about that, I speculated I looked like that because I was tired. I almost fell asleep on the way there, and it was only a 20 minute ride. Whatever.

Oh, and TG (I'm enforcing my new rule. You might have noticed I didn't initial Don's and Justin's name; that's because I'm not making fun of them. That's right, I've found a loophole.) was acting stupid. Again. And with that description it's obvious no one will know who TG is. BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY STUPID 9TH GRADERS WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH "T" AND ACT STUPID NEAR ME. REALLY.

Oh, and I was bored in French class again, so I wrote 'WTF?' on the wall next to me. I had already written "Hello?" just to see if anyone would write back, but no one did. I was so disappointed. Chelsey's name was written in yellow ink next to my little spot of wall, too. I'm going to tell her I'm sitting by her name. She'll think it's the coolest thing ever for some reason.