The Truth Makes the Best Teacher

The best teacher is one that tells you truth. Won't lie to you at all. So you know the best teacher when they admit the watch the Twilight Saga because of Taylor Lautners bod. ;D

Painting Pictures-Also in my Pics Page

Sucks Eggs

Why does a good friend of mine have to be dating a total brat. It sucks eggs! He doesn't know her yet and I think he should know the truth, but that would be super duper mean. I'm almost waiting for his girlfriend to see how close we are (as friends of course) and text me to stay away from him. I almost want her to, cause then I can have an argument and have a reason to be mad at her and tell him. But I wouldn't want to be selfish. Wait. Did I say selfish?! No.
Other than how I can't stop thinking that for reasons I won't post online. I am getting excited for our 8th grade Fancy Dance. Why wouldn't I be excited?! In some ways I wish it didn't have to be formal. A summer dress would be nice. Guys could wear jeans and a dress shirt with tie. Maybe not even tie. Simple, but it'll be way to much fun.
Other than that and the thing before it I am excited for a plan. Pretty pumped. And I already put half of it into action. And no it does not have anything to do with the bratty girlfriend and good friend. Just another friend.
And I'll put pictures up of painting yesterday. I don't know where yet, but I will. I always seem to find a way. *snicker*

What Can Paint Do?

Paint. One word and you have so many possibilities. For me it was a little paint and the rest of the day was a great one. But for the beginning if you are alone with a teacher and no one else is in the school, it's kinda freaky and awkward. But it your mood lifts once more people come.
You paint and talk. Paint. Talk. A pattern in itself.
And once those few people arrive you are happy. For me it was just a couple people. We were painting buddies. We talked some more and made fun of each other. Then painting each other started to happen.
But when we went outside everything was bright and abnormal. One of my friends and I started to run as fast as we could toward the huge snowbanks in front of us. When we jumped into them it was firm and we were okay. When we fell down the snowbank and into the soft snow. When we stepped in it, it went above our knees. I almost toppled over and my friend did fall, but I caught him. We couldn't stop laughing. We did it all just for paint. Just so that we could paint some more. Paint and Snow.

Sleeping in School. Allright or Not at All

Sleeping in school is a pain but feels good at the same time. Once you've slept through something and you wake up you feel a sense of accomplishment, but then you are worried sense you missed half a class and you have no idea what happened. So you are totally clueless.
Or you don't sleep at all and then you seem to daze out and still not understand what's happening. Wow. Confusing.