http://inexhaustable.blogspot.com/ Okay... I'm come across a really neat little blogger that has a writing style very unique to it. I know nothing about the author, whether they be male or female, or, in fact, what they write about. They write these things, and I'm unsure whether they're real-life experiences, quotes, dreams, or jsut stories. It's made me very intrigued, and very interested in reading more of it. The writing style is very clear and concise, and honestly, I wish I could write as such. Refreshing.

"Can we please go outside, Mr. M.? Please? It's such a ncie day and I can't concentrate! All I do is stare out the window and wish I was outside! Please?" I begged Mr M. to go outside, and as perusual, he aswered in the negative. That is, until the whole class of 4 (and Dan)begged him at once. And then he looked at me like I was a bad molecule, and with a sigh and a kind of mischievous grin, he went into the back room, grabbed his mini whiteboard, and we hauled our butts outside. What a fun Chem class that was!

"Go B-ville!!! Yeah Christine!!!" Well, shades of green from the soccer field! We lost, again, 3 or 4-0. How disappointing. And i paid a dollar to go see it! To think i broke the bank going to a game we were gonna lose. Again, how disppointing. But hey. I got to hang out with Kerri, SB, Chris, Kyle, Mitch, and Kyle's newest gf. (he broke up with Mellie last week, I beleive. What a playah!) I got the newest gossip from Kerri, and even got invited to go out after, though I did check in, found out my pal wasn't home, so went home and ate dinner, then hunkered down for 2 hours of grueling Phyculus. (By the way... The name is combined of Physics and Calculus, though the actual class is Calculus.)

And now, all I can hear upstairs is the clatter of claws slidding across the kitchen floor, as the brother chases the dog across the living room, and around the island. My dad comes down adn starts screaming at me, my bro starts flicking his lighter in my hair, and all I can do is flip out, sending my dad flying dwon the stairs again, screaming, and well... Oh man. Now mom's involved. Eep!