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Bull Riders

Hello. Call me the Friday Zombie. Guys, I woke up late this morning. SO SO SO late. 😭😭😭
I should rephrase. Dad woke me up. "Friday Zombie, it's seven o clock."
Sometimes when he wakes me up I want to cry, or I groan or I smack myself in the face. No. Today I just gave up on the week. I have woken up to dad's voice every morning this week. Which wouldn't be necessarily a bad thing except that it means that I have woken up late. Again.
I should really go, I am in English class and I am supposed to be listening. *blushes sheepishly*
She just told us not to get rowdy. We are about to discuss guns. This oughta be fun.

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Hi. So today is Tuesday. We discussed gun control and we were semi calm. Eh. That was forever ago. Over the weekend we went to the rodeo to watch EXTREME BULL RIDING. (Imagine that in a cool announcer voice) It was so awesome. Some guy got his head stomped on (or almost) and I saw bull fighting for the first time. It was pretty amazing. Mom screamed for pretty much the whole show. She was all, "No! No! Nooooo!" While two seats away I stared on looking mildly amused. (I was enthralled I just do not really show emotion when I am watching stuff. My friend thinks that it is quite funny to watch me watch movies for that exact reason.) We can be watching something super funny or sad or scary and I basically have the same
overall facial expression. A bit like this.
LOL. Anywho. The show was awesome. I also wrote a speech over the weekend. (Or at least tried) When I brought it to the speech/debate teacher Mrs. Zuniga on Monday she told me that it was written more like something that is intended for reading than for speaking. I was surprised. I had no idea that speeches are written differently from essays or books or whatever. Did you guys know that? I bet not. Her observation made sense though because well, I have never written a speech, however as you guys know, I have written books (well tried) poems, blogs, essays galore and even scripts. (Which in hindsight are probably in essay format as well.) Most of those are works to be read not spoken lol. All of this is alright though, because Mrs. Zuniga is helping me a lot. She is very excited to be working with me because we are both at this school because we lost an argument with God. (Realistically everyone loses arguments with God and yet we all try to win anyway.) Okay, I hate to leave this unfinished, but Coach (my Spanish teacher) just gave me work. Bye guys.
  


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