I am Unwritten

Can't read my mind, I'm undefined.

We are all individual. No two people are alike.
School is like a snowstorm. A big mess of a situation that, when viewed from afar, are pointless clumps of matter, or bodies as you may prefer to say.
But when you put aside the cold-front and look closer, you see that every snowflake, like every person. is beautiful.
What they do with that beauty is up to them.

Elle

It's a Brand New Day

Don't you see me changing all my ways.

I don't think I've ever done this much thinking at one time in my life. I'm working on ideas for NaNoWriMo 2011, and so far, no good. I've written down ten names, sixteen titles (and counting) and numerous lines and dialogue, but I can't figure out a conrete idea.
And of course, school starts in less than two weeks, and going into my senior year is kind stressful.
So I'm letting this make me feel better.

Work Hard, Play Harder

Friday math class is always very...interesting to say the least. It's always a double period, and we (my class) have a tendancy to learn something the first period and do absolutely nothing the second.
Even my teacher knows how to appreciate Friday.
Of course, not having any work to do often leads to boredom. And boredom often leads to disaster.
We goof off and occasionally get a little loud. One of my friends usually gets yelled at, though rarely is he the one who screwed up.
Although, I suppose it did look a little weird, me with my foot up on a desk and him writing on the bottom of my shoe. I can't really blame the teacher for getting mad.
It was probably then I decided that my beat up but much loved Converse weren't exciting enough. So he and another friend each claimed a foot for their own and decorated the shoes.

I think they look pretty cool.