By ◆ Juppie on Monday, November 2, 2009 @ 8:49 PM


I don't actually know if this is a real term already or not, but I made it up, spur of the moment. It still seems to be in full swing at my school, anyhow. The theme of the most recent dance had Michael Jackson's Thriller as its theme. Also, just the other day, I noticed that there was a new poster on the door of the girl's locker room. It said "RIP Michael Jackson 1958-2009" among other things like "I'm Bad" (reference to his song, I suppose) and there was a picture of a tombstone and two hands sticking out of the ground. I thought the arms looked very fake, but I guess that's good since it would be creepy to see someone's arms sticking out of their grave after they've died. D: Oh yeah, and sometimes, like on Wednesdays when we're doing "boot camp", Michael Jackson music is played. Especially that one that mentions sunlight or something like that.

Recently I also saw a commercial where some people in costumes were dancing, I think it was advertising a store. They played the Thriller song in the background. But there was no moonwalking. D: Moonwalking is when Michael Jackson appears to be walking backward almost like he's being dragged by an invisible force. Well, it's hard to describe, so look it up if you aren't sure. I always thought the moonwalk was cool but I can't do it at all.

I, however, am devoted to a different kind of Jacksonism entirely! Instead, I am a big fan of one of my teachers, Mrs. Jackson, who was my language arts teacher last year. She's a great teacher - has a sense of humor, but can also teach well, and plus she has shiny buttons on one of her shirts. (Of course, that last one doesn't make much sense, does it?) I wonder if she would be creeped out or flattered if she knew that she was my role model. XD

I was sorely tempted to join her new Leadership class this year (it's different from last year's, we'll be more involved in the community instead of planning dances and making calendars like the year before) except for one thing - It was in Zero Period! This means I would have to get up an hour earlier and go to school. I really would hate to do that because of my experience at the beginning of seventh grade. I had chosen Intermediate Orchestra as my elective, but it was combined with Advanced, which was in Zero Period. At first I tried to bear with it, but it made me way too busy, and tired. So I gave that up and pulled out of orchestra, much to my chagrin. There is nothing like orchestra, even if applied arts and French are fine electives.

Well, on to other news. Today the whole eighth grade went on a field trip to the theater at the local college to see a play. The play consisted, actually, of four different stories, "The Tell-Tale Heart", "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", "The Monkey's Paw", "The Necklace", and "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County". The first three stories can all be considered horror, so I was not too fond of them. My personal favorite was The Necklace, a rather ironic story about a French woman who longs for the aristocratic lifestyle but gets just the opposite. The big problem was, in The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, there wasn't a real frog! Not even a cute stuffed animal! But instead, they had an actor dress up as a frog... -_-;; I know it would be really hard to try to make a fake frog move, unless they used special technology (like robots?), but it's still a mighty shame.

Lately, I have been addicted to eating True North crisps. I've eaten the Almond type and the Pistachio type. (After all, almonds and pistachios are two of the nuts that I'm not allergic to) They are oddly addicting. I like the taste better than regular old chips (like Doritos, Sun Chips, Lays, Cheetos, Pringles, and whatnot). I should stop eating them, though. It's bad for my health to eat too many of them and I won't have any appetite for dinner. D:

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