Diary of the Average Groover

Thursday 12th February 2010 - 3:15 pm
My room is like a circus. Not the Britney Spears kind, the stupid peanutty-elephant-horseback-riding type circus. It's in, and out, and in, and
out and in, and...

3:20 pm
Anyway, the point is, I SPECIFICALLY SPENT THE WHOLE TIME IN FRENCH CLASS MAKING THAT SIGN TO GO ON MY DOOR, AND
NOBODY SEEMS TO TAKE ANY BLOODY NOTICE! Gosh. No. Peace in my room. Peace. Joy. Happiness. Ommmmm....ommmmmm....ommmmm!


11:55 pm - Nearly Friday 13th DX
Hmm...what should I wear to school tommorow? My puff sleeve blouse or flower cuffs? I don't know. BB will probably tell me off for either
though. How miserable must her life be? The highlight of her day is telling someone off. Wow. Saddo. I hope I don't end up like her. Ugh,
this slimey slug named Mallory Vaughn has befriended her. Another sad person. WHO BEFRIENDS A TEACHER? They're always laughing
and talking. Another irritating thing about Manly Mallory (Check out the hair on her legs *bleh*) is that she's a PREFECT. That means she
can TELL US OFF and REPORT US TO BIG BUM. Not that we care. We are way too groovy to care. Getting tired now. Will write tommorow.
If Elly hasn't fed this to Yoda.
Night
Hallie

Friday 13th February - 5:30am
Maybe if I lie in bed for a little longer Mere will not notice I am not getting up. But if she doesn't I will have to get Tee to stay off aswell.
But then that means Avery will too. And Charlotte. And Sofia. And Shelby and Annie and Emma. But then Big Bouche will notice the whole
gang has gone, and the next day (e.g tommorow) she'll make me sit by Boring Bertha Brown, and will make Tina sit by Phier and Avery by
Nexess and Charlotte by Mallory...Blimey O'Reily, verbal handcuffs. Ok, I've still got a lot of time till jail. So I'll do some yoga, get my hair
done, have some breakfast and be early to Ja Rule.

5:31am
Nooooo....bed is warm. Nice...soft...comfortable. NO. Must. Sit. By. Friends.

8:00am - On the floor
Uh-oh. I think I must have fallen asleep doing my yoga. How does Guru Mayi, Mere's yoga teacher manage? Enough about that, stupid brain!
I've only got 1 hour to get to hell! Aaaaah!

8:20am
Threw on some clothes - stuff the puff sleeves. I'll wear it tommorow. As I write I am eating a bowl of cheerios. Nobody else is up yet,
weirdly enough. Also seems quite dark outside. I guess that's just February for you. Wrote a note, left it on the kitchen table. I'm
suprised that Dad isn't up though. Normally it's "Out of my way,OAP coming through, need to get to my laptop" Hahahahaha. I do make
myself laugh, maybe I should become a comediene...NO. Need to get to school - will have to hitchhike with Annie.

8:40am
I'm home. Dripping wet. Glum face. Quite annoyed. No. Cross that out. EXTREMELY annoyed. It took me 10 minutes to walk to Annie's house.
In the wet rain. I thought it would be all worth while after I'm in a nice heated school, with a good seat next to my friends and that, right?
Wrong. I got outside Annie's house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I tried again, but harder this time. Pounding footsteps
could be heard on the outside. The door opened. "HALLIE LINCOLN, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP AT OUR DOOR AT 5AM?"
Oh, it was Hallie's Dad. Bellowing at me at apparently what I thought was 8:30 in the morning. Annie had her curlers in and dressing gown
on. She peeked her head round the door. I shot her that 'I-don't-know-what-happened-but-Dee-sure-has-something-to-do-with-this-!" look.
Annie nodded and started muttering something to her Dad. He nodded and slammed the door on my face. "Good morning to you too, Mr
Stewart!" I smiled sarcastically and walked back down the road. I probably looked like a muppet. But it was bloody funny though when he
opened the door and let rip. The neighbours will be talking about him.

12:20am
Have finally been let out of the cage. Worst luck. I'm sitting next to Boring Bertha. Brilliant. Hey, good alliteration....anyway. This absolutely
stinks. Just because Mallory lives nextdoor to Annie, and she heard all the 'ruckus' as she called it and told Big Bum. Ugh...Well, at least
we have French next. The highlight of my day. One of the funny things is that she is Spanish, but teaches French. So whenever she asks us
to repeat a word that she says in French, we say it in a Spanish accent trying to be French, if that makes any sense. Tres drole, Madame
Reyes. Bah! Break is over. At least Shelby takes French, too.

12:25
Have confused Madame Reyes by telling her I forgot my glasses (Pretending I used to wear them here) and that Shelby has to sit by me to
help me see what she's writing on the board. Before she could even answer, Shelby took my arm and I squinted my eyes, kind of hobbling to
my seat. Boring Bertha was just about to put her hand up to tell, I knew it, but I gave her a look. I don't even know what I did, but I was
still squinting. It frightened her enough though, and she put her hand down. Weird...


=D More to come

Interesting.
I like it

Thank you Mimoz, and what do ya like about it?
And the theme is like Georgia Nicolson - Louise Rennison style.

Wow that ''It's in, and out, and in, and
out and in'' goes directly to my siggy... No offense.
But, it's really something different, because you never actually see people write diary-based(or even similar to it) stuff except Mimoz's recent masterpiece(I do not over exaggerate, fooh) ''Everlasting Lies'' and now this! It's very nice. Keep up the good work

Thanks CD! And what do you mean, 'goes directly to my sig'?
Sig-quote, or what? XD

Nice format. It's quite realistic to the average teen's life.

Thanks SG! =]
More comments appreciated =D

...comment. Very well written.

"An enjoyable delecacy"-USA Today

I got them to comment on it.