Wrinkledlion X

I mean trimester. Our school year is divided into three.

Egads, this sucks. Since I started school a week ago, I've already been getting colossal amounts of homework. On the first weekend of school (Why do we have homework on weekends, anyway?), I received 120 math problems, two essays, 20 health questions, and several worksheets from other classes. I've barely had time to go online, and my epic hasn't been updated for weeks! (I'm working on it now.) Most of my teachers are either insane or really, really boring. The best new one is probably my English teacher Mrs. Kliewer, who is nice and has a sense of humor, but is quite unstable. She's always moving around and talking extremely quickly. Very hyperactive. I think she's like this because she used to teach in the ghetto and one of her student was killed in a drive-by shooting, and his best friend committed suicide. She's also alluded to other horrible things happening in her past, so I think she's a bit mind-scarred. My Health teacher Mrs. Lukin is twice as insane. I have Health in place of P.E. for this trimester, but I think I might be more willing to run in the hundred-degree weather outside. She's always babbling on about how you need to be "REALLY HEALTHY!" and she is completely obsessed with health. (She's taught the subject for thirty-five years.) In addition, she always talks about how you shouldn't do drugs or alcohol, which really annoys me. She fails to bring up the fact that its not the substance that's the problem, it's the abuse. Most drugs can save lives in a medical environment, and a glass of wine every day substantially lengthens your life. Next is Mrs. Black, my Physical Science teacher. I have no idea what's going on with her... I think she's bipolar, or has multiple personalities or something. She's very volatile and frequently shifts between calm and pleasant to angry and vaguely sinister. (I explain this with the fact that her husband is in Iraq, but it's still awfully strange.) To further this, my Life Science teacher last year, Dr. Chavez, has a new classroom next door, and whenever he opens the door to ask her a question, I can hear students laughing and enjoying themselves next door. Such contrast... She does have an incredible memory, though. By the second day of school she had memorized the names of everyone in my class. Next up is my History teacher, Mrs. Armstrong. She's the most normal of them and she has a sense of humor. I don't know her well enough to give a detailed description, though. She's very normal. Then we have my Algebra teacher Mrs. Mathews... She's nice, and she teaches the subject very well, but she never jokes around or tells us stories or anything... Just sticks to the math. It gets quite boring and I wind up wanting to go to sleep in her class... My teacher in Advanced Art, Mrs. Perry, is the same Art teacher I had last year, so nothing new. She's nice though, and I like her. Unfortunately I have her for homeroom, so I'll have to switch homerooms each trimester. Oh, well. In conclusion: Seventh Grade is better that Eighth Grade.

Pretty weird.

From H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds.

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Over here...

Pretty much the same.

Over here.

I finished my epic. If you'd like to read it, I'd be very appreciative. Here 'tis.

The Mahri are all at my local Target. As are the new Titans. They're out of Hydraxons and Gadunkas, though, so I have a rain-check for them. Each is two dollars off. Yeah, I'm really happy about getting that done. I've been wanting to write this story since 2003.

I'm posting the final chapter tomorrow. Anyone want to read it a bit? Respond a bit?

Hurrah!

Good to be back. Things I accomplished while BZPower was offline: -Bought all Toa Mahri but Hahli (I plan to buy her really soon.) -Bought Maxilos & Spinax -Bought all but two Mars Mission sets -Received $550 -Finished my epic My epic, BIONICLE: Chronicles of Krahiki is technically finished, but I'm only allowed to post one chapter a day. I'm posting the next two over the next two days, so if you haven't read it, I'd recommend that you do.

I'm getting Nuparu, but I can't decide on another Mahri- Any suggestions?

I'm-a goin' to LegoLand tomorrow! Hurrah!

Two things: First, in response to my last entry, my sunburns are getting quite better. (After four days of staying inside my house not doing anything.) I'm guessing I'll be better in a day. The skin on my face has mostly peeled off, but it's healing well. I'm told that it won't leave scarring. Hurrah! Second, I just found what my first LEGO set was. (Ever!) It was this bucket, which I got for Christmas in 1997. I remember building with it on the livingroom floor... I made some serious cars.

I've decided to stop talking to myself and instead talk to a bunch of other people. And by "talk" I mean "complain." I went swimming at a public pool for my friend's birthday a couple days ago, and it's had some unexpected consequences... I was under the impression that June 28 was on a Friday, but it wound up being on a Thursday. So I got a call asking if I was coming, which woke me up. Half-awake as I was, I ran to his house without sunscreen. I'm very susceptible to sunburns, but I thought they would have sunscreen. They did, but it wound up being that cheap spray-on sunscreen that doesn't work. I didn't know it didn't, so I used it anyways. Now I have second degree burns all over my body. They're blistering and peeling off and I'm in constant pain. This sucks excessively.

This reminds me of a dream I had... I died in a fire and had to take a timed entry exam to get into Heaven.

I don't know. It's like saying trees under twenty feet tall should be in plant pots. Did you think I was being serious?

That's terrible. People under seven feet should be in a booster seat. How could they endanger 12-year olds like that?

I just went to Doheny Beach for my friend's birthday, and the beach was littered with Humboldt squid carcasses! There were about fifty mantles, but I could only find fours heads with tentacles. I removed the very long pen from one and carried the head back on a stick. (The head and tentacles were about one foot long!) I put it in a bag and brought it home. I'm now going to preserve it in isopropyl alcohol in a large transparent container. (I already have two smaller squids preserved, in the same condition they were two years ago.) Although I'm very happy about that, I also found out how unappreciated cephalopods are. Despite the fact that the beach was covered with three- and four-foot long squid carcasses, I saw no less than seven people gathered around a tiny dead crab. Did nobody notice that they were surrounded by massive squids?