Again

I wrote three paragraphs. Well, two. But then I went and clicked a link to another person's blog, and before I realized the horribleness of what I'd done, my entry was erased. I will try to remember, but no promises. Here we go, again.

Money and Stuff

Let's see, it started with me contemplating checking accounts. You see, my mother told me yesterday that to get a checking account, you have to have good credit. Ok, but see, to get good credit you need a credit card. And you can't just have a credit card either, I thought about that. No, you have to use. Problem is, if you use your credit card, how are you going to pay the bill if you can't mail them a check? I suppose you could mail cash... but wait! How will you get cash? (Pretend you're not spoiled for just a second.) You'd have to have a job! But, how are you going to cash the check your work mails you unless you have a checking account! The cycle is just nuts! But you know people can do it, cus lots of people do. Everyone does. Enough about that.

The next part was about stuff. The great thing about stuff is that it's everywhere. There's stuff in your room, your car, even your washing machine. Heck, your washing machine IS stuff! How great! Stuff makes me happy. Not the same stuff all the time, but when I'm in a bad mood, eventually some form of stuff pulls me out of it. Stuff, or someone else. It really depends on the situation I think. It's like my math teacher told us today: "Some people take notes on loose leaf paper. Others use spirals. You really just have to find your knack, and stick with it." Oh, she is such a middle school teacher.

Since we were already talking about teachers and what they said today, lets talk about all the times I related in my head without meaning to something a teacher said to band. One time a teacher said "tear the roof off." Another time I think my history teacher said "keep on the beat." How could I not think band? Some kid said something about dots today. Polka dots, but dots all the same. Anderson told me a funny thing about Mr. Metronome and Mr. Tuner, and how lonely Mr. Tuner was because all I ever did was play with Mr. Metronome. Mr. Mirror needed attention, too. Man, that guy is just messed up. Living in New Jersey will do that too you.