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Mystery was solved. Apparently the art teachers watched the security tape and watched as some students wanted a picture in front of the Tie-Die picture, so Mr. Cernerhous takes it down, and then he puts it back up, but on this plastic thing rather than the nail, so it's there, it's there... and it falls. The art teachers got a good lol, and I have learned that even awesome teachers have their fail moments.

Remember when I said that I was gunna learn guitar, back in December? No, I didn't quit. I know G-Scale both ways and I know D chord and C chord, and I can tune by ear, just gotta have a low E as a guide. My once soft fingertips are building up calluses so it will be easier to hold the strings down completely so that a clean sound comes out. As it is, D chord and C chord are painful to my soft fingertips because I have to press down hard to get a clean sound. Hopefully by the end of January I'll know five or six basic chords and be able to play clean sounds on the first time.

Valentine's Day will be here before I know it. I'll have to get to work on coloring dragons, because honestly.... I don't think I'll ever pick Sanctum back up. :c sowwy. It could have flourished and succeeded, but I am bad at management and such.

It was 30 degrees F outside today. It was sooo warm I barely needed a jacket. Mommy says it'll be this warm for the rest of the winter, but we still have the rest of January and February to be cold. January is always srsly cold, and February can be bitter or really warm (35, maybe even 40 ZOMG!!! <3 )

I think this might be my last year of being able to lie around doing nothing. After this year, I will finally be in 9th grade. I will finally be put in my place, because I know I've been acting outta line. Sissy and brother say that in freshman year you get put in your place. And plus, I'm going for all the AP and Honors classes, and then I'm gonna be in theater, art club, and Marching Band.

Speaking of lasts, this is also my last year of seeing SEAS Kid John IRL. He's going to a different school next year(some catholic high school) so I'll only be able to e-mail him. Which he hardly ever checks. This quite obviously means we'll probably lose touch with each other. Meh, oh well. We're kinda distant now, we don't talk much. I think I'm finally recovering from my foolish crush on him. Or building walls around it anyway. Well, if it was meant to feel good, it wouldn't be called a crush. *shrugs* If anything woulda happened like that, it prolly wouldn't have worked out anyway.

I made up a new rule for myself. If ever I am wearing some random item on my head that could possibly considered a funny hat, I must do the macarana in it at least once. For it will make me become one with ze hat~ >.>

I need to get around to visiting my old elementary school at some point. Maybe I'll miss the bus on purpose and go visit the school, and then take ze elementary bus. I want to take one last glance at my past, and where I spent it. And how it's changed. The music teacher is not the same. I only recognize a few teacher names that are listed in the gym(I go there for TASK force, a.k.a. dodgeball after school). Really, I'd like to visit my old teachers, those who are there, and show them how much I've grown since that last day of the 5th grade where I thought my dad was picking me up, so I missed the bus on purpose. But then I was rong, so I went into the office to wait and I cried for a bit. Because I was an embarrassed lil' crybaby. And I want to draw a picture for the nice office secretaries. I was always in the office for recess because my work was always late, so I just took a journal and drew pictures. The office secretaries were nice. And maybe I'll visit the old playground, and lightly smile as I remember the days before middle school. Or I'll go visit Mr. Aker, and tell him how I have never managed to get half an A during middle school. Indeed, he was a wise teacher. And I'll certainly have to visit Mrs. Nelson, the lady who taught me the difference between a small problem and a crisis. Oh, yes, the nice little bubble hourglass thing. I remember her little social worker room so well.... the days where we'd meet and play a game while we talked about my problems. I had really bad social problems back then. I couldn't make friends, I was horribly awkward, I was stupid in the ways of people. Or people my age. I took tests in the 5th grad that showed I was apparently almost a genius. There's an old recording of me rambling on about some sort of physics theory I think, because I think The Universe was a show back then. So I rambled on about things I'd seen on the show.

I think I'll do that tomorrow. *light smile at the nostalgia*