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Ballin' Julius Ceasar

It's March Madness! I've never in my life participated in, watched, or cared about March Madness before, but this year I made a bracket! I know, it was pretty crazy! The bestby wouldn't let me make a few choices though which was so cute but I made all the other ones. But then again, I probably should have listened to him because I've already lost two games, I don't know which ones though. All the teachers are betting and I think it's pretty hilarious.

I've never felt so exhausted in my life! I don't ever remember Daylight Savings taking this much energy out of me! At least there was no seminary today, I got to sleep a little more. I think it'll be funny to show this blog to my future kids, I hope they think my day to day excitements are funny! I know, I should probably do this in a journal or something but this is so much faster and easier, and I can put as many pictures as I want!

I forgot to bring my camera to school today which was quite sad. Everywhere I went I saw an opportunity to take a picture! Like the rolls of butcher paper I ripped horribly. All the pretty books I stare at every time I walk into the library. The random shrimp on the floor in the hallway. The dime that I couldn't get out.

Ok, I have to tell the dime story. So, I was having a girly emergency in the middle of physics and so I grabbed my backpack and was fishing around in it and my girly bag wasn't in there! So I was freaking out! But I was like, it's ok, I'll just grab a dime to use on those helpful machines they have in the bathroom. But I'd given all my change to the leukemia fund yesterday. I went to the bathroom with a penny I found and hoped that maybe it would work. Well, the penny didn't fit. But, there was a dime just sitting there in the slot of the machine. Except it was on the side that I didn't want. In a moment of desperation, I did something I never do. Well, tried to at least. I reached for the dime but I couldn't get it out. I stood there for what seemed like eternity trying to get the dime out but I couldn't.
Then I heard someone coming so I gave up because I didn't feel like explaining my situation. So I pretended to be reading the sign on the wall about donating shoes. Well the person who walked in was a parent and she saw me looking at the sign so she stood next to me and started reading it. And started asking me questions about how to donate shoes. Oh, it was funny. I think I'm going to donate some shoes tomorrow.

It's the Ides of March. Julius Ceasar died today. He should've listened to that soothsayer, just like all the girls should listen to the prophet and put some pants on! Hahaha sorry. It's just I'm so sick of hearing all these girls complain about how the dress code is so hard to follow because they're too tall or have freakishly long arms or whatever excuse they've come up with. I follow it everyday, it's not that hard people!
But back to Ceasar. I think I'm spelling that wrong but I don't care. He did almost start a dictatorship after all. . .  Which reminds me of senior favorites. First off, everyone's starting drama over it which is hilarious. But nobodies supposed to know who won until the yearbook comes out so I've been charged with the task of starting false rumors. Has the world really come to this? I just find it fun to play with people's gullibility :) Like when I would make all those fake sad emails to see if people would pass them around! Oh high school, how I can't wait to leave you! But everyone says college is so much greater. If all the people I went to highschool with are going to college, how's it going to be the same? I'm so glad I'm going somewhere people haven't heard of ;)

Ahh man, I just lost another basketball game. Eh, oh well. In the words of my physics teacher, this is the best week to get a vasectomy. Ha ha!

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  1. I did march madness too!!! Frist time ever! So much fun already!

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