Hey.
So I haven't posted in two weeks, what is the big deal? I had an assignment due that I totally didn't do until the night before. Big mistake. I pulled an all-nighter and went to school the next day, so when I got home on Friday night I fell asleep and didn't wake up until after mid-day on Saturday. Anyway, that is what happened to me.
A new girl moved to my school, she goes by the name of Francis. She was an instant hit with everyone else, and I don't like her one little bit. Can she just crawl back into whatever hobbit hole she came from? They follow her like sheep.
Okay, well I have this friend Danny who is absolutely amazing. It was my birthday yesterday and she surprised me with cake and balloons and stuff. No one has ever done that for me before, not that I really minded. Everyone kind of just ignores September 22nd because my birth was no significant event.
My little brother is so annoying right now. He's swinging off my bunk and pretending he is a monkey. It isn't making typing this easy with all of the rocking. I have never introduced my siblings before, have I? Well I have a younger brother, Cam, who is seven, and nearly as tall as I am, much to my misfortune. My sister Avery is three--she was named after Avery on Grey's Anatomy because of her fabulous blue eyes. The one closest to my age is Marianne, who is struggling through the twelvie stage. Apparently the middle finger is the it thing and every time a photo of her is taken, somehow the finger rises up. It makes family portraits extremely difficult. I remember when I was twelve. The hardest thing ever was deciding which band shirt I was going to wear to school. My previous taste in music still makes me cringe.
I feel like yelling at Cam to stop swinging and read a book or something, but then I remembered he is a seven year old boy. What seven year old boy sits down long enough to read three words on a page? Certainly not this one.
Gotta go.
-Louise.
