The Perks of Being a Cuban.

I've never blogged in school before. It's nice. Kind of weird, but a good way to start the morning. I'm very tired and very cranky. Bad coffee gets me sick, and I had it yesterday. My stomach is still wonky an gurgly. So I had tea this morning, which pisses me off ecause it's tea! I know that I am getting a cold, my throat hurts and is pleghmy and my nose is all stuffy and drippy. Hopefully, though, I will get a few days off, as i REALLY need a few days to just relax, in my warm bed and watch DVDs.
It is 39 degrees outside and about the same throughout the school. Heat does not get turned on in October. The only person who makes sense in this school is the computer-lady. She has her own AC and her own heat, which is now on. It's warm in here, and she's now in the leagues of Ms Wortman and Ms Eaton because of it.

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After staying awake until past 2 AM and just now getting ready for bed I asked myself " Is it Friday?" If it's not I have to wake up in 4 hours. It is hard to keep track of days when you have 2 days off smack in the middle of the week. Throws you off.

Book of Ralph is getting bad. I liked the 1978 part, whih was the majority of the novel. I even liked the past (1975). But now that McNally has transported Hank and Ralph into 2001 it's getting very boring. Hank is pretty emo, even at 33. What bothers me most is the fact that Hank and RAlph do not seem to have matured after 21 years of time. Ralph still calls him Hankaroo and bub. Hank is caught up in his own mellowdrama, understandably so. I would be upset too if my wife left me. And even more if my new girlfriend had as unfortunate a nivknme as Janet the Planet. The year (2001) just seems forced. The fact that Ralph likes to play around on ebay doesn't seem authentic enough. Maybe John Mcnnally did not feel like writing. He should learn that us wonderfully gifted authors stop writing when we are trying to force our brilliant minds to be creative.

Long time no type. I'm sorry I've neglected you. But you're probably busy with the overflow of new members since myspace stopped being cool. It's still cool? I don't think so. So I'm gonna type to you instead of spy on people I don't like from school.School has been uneventful, outside of the obvious class it has not been anything special in the positive or negative sense. I think we should draw plants and only plants in art. Everyone was watching me draw, I hate being the center of attention but I sucked a few weeks ago, so this is goooood! It was awesome. Ms Klim even said it was "nice" instead of asking me what I thought. hahaha. The key to creative writing is finding a story that you care about and feel needs to be told. There are some writers who can just write about anything and anyone like John Steinbeck. I've yet to see the beauty of his writing. Why couldn't there be a Gatsby and Catcher class. That's it. Just a semester on each. Writing papers about the books. Dream class. Although I wouldn't mind taking American lit all over again. Or British lit. I love Sonnets in British lit and I loved the books in American lit. So just combine the 2 call it British American literature and voila. I found out the Juniors do not have to do Jane Eyre this year. Lucky bastards, I hated that bitch. Jane Eyre. I loved writing about her though. Feminism is such a fun subject to write about. Too bad guys are not allowed in feminism classes in college I'd have so much fun just writing and writing. I was watching a documentary on what I thought was women's lib. It was about the 60s so I turned it off when it got to Nixon. Which segways into History. A class I'm surprisingly doing very well in. The subject matter isn't interesting, but I take good notes. I cannot wait until we start talking about Cuba. He better not say anything bad about Cuba, or Ms Garcia and I will tag-team him. Spanish is hilarious. I'm the only person who likes her and she likes back. The Perks of Being a Cuban. By Stephen Chbosky. Robert