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Jesus Christ, that was an odd F13! I was just hanging out in class when a kid randomly started drawing on my paper, so I drew on him, but when he grabbed my pen and I yanked it back, he had a nice big gash on his hand that was leaking blood and fat (the kid is skinny, but the side of your hand always has a lot of fat on it), and it looked like it'd need stitches. I finally figured out what had happened. That weird little thing you're supposed to use to keep a pen in your pocket, that dangly thing, yeah, it was really hard and sharp plastic 'cos it was broken and when I yanked it back, it gashed the side of his hand. He was going to go home so he went to the office, but since we're so far away, it took his mom a hour and a half to get there, by which time his body had basically healed it all up and he didn't need stitches, just those butterfly things. Luckily he's fine, and there aren't any hard feelings. On the good side, I had an easy crew practice I only had to run a few miles, only like three and a half, but since there were fatties on the team that decided to wait for years and years to get there, we finally got to the place where we row and 4:30, a half hour before we were going home, so we didn't get to do anything else, not even erg. Ha, me and my other Belen friend (different one than the one that got cut) actually got to the spot where the bus was supposed to pick us up ten minutes before the bus was actually there, so we had to hang out on the highway for ten minutes. Okay, next to the highway. And now I'm typing to a beat, an odd sensation, my fingers are actually moving in concordance to the beat of the song I'm listening to, "We're All to Blame" by Sum 41. So this has been a cheery week! But I'm learning that we're reading very odd books in English class. Lord of the Flies is truly very odd, it's very symbolic, it's about human nature and how we are all inherently evil, but since there is blood and death, the participants become very out of place; british schoolchildren no more than twelve, most being between 5 - 10. Yes, soon everybody starts to become savages and nobody can handle the task of keeping up a signal fire and everything falls apart and the one person that is trying to hold it all together is eventually hunted down in hopes to cut his head off so that the savages can win. Very, very odd book.