Notes to Cindy: The Archives

I just spent the last twenty minutes, or so, drumming two washable markers onto my folder. If I ever wanted to learn real drumming, my talent level could increase if I did this to practice. For Music Group, yesterday- I forgot to mention- I played the violin. Even for the first time, the councilor said I did fairly well. Perhaps I will look into learning. I'm always fussing about needing a violinist for my band. Who says it can't be me? I found out that I'm supposed to go to a Psychiactric Residential Treatment Facility (PRTF) from Cindy, and that I've already been denied placement in several locations. Lilian, help me, for I've been cursed with a misdealt fortune. I've received too many cards. They're all low with different suits, no matches, or sequences. Every time I try to trade in for different cards, I get even more useless cards than before. How can I work with this shameful hand? I heard from my dad today. My cousin, Ashley, turned eighteen today. Everyone's growing up and leaving me behind. I can't wait until I ask her if there's as much fantasy behind eighteenth birthdays as sixteenth birthdays. I would imagine that there is. I've decided to try and take my shower every morning, rather than every evening, considering they won't let me do it at night and I enjoy morning showers more anyway, especially the hot, six-in-the-morning, showers I get here. ___ likes Mark S. a lot. I don't blame her. The big African American boy who came to our hall recently is named CJ, and isn't as bad as I thought. He has the same initials as me and his first name is Christopher. So, now we have two Christophers', two Marks', and two Williams'. (Me, CJ, Mark L., Mark S., Willie, and William.) Strange... All the males had a big game of kickball, today in Evening Recreation. It was extremely fun. There is a new girl in my class, named Brittany, who was here las time Mark L. was here. Mark L. knew everyone here, previously. It's incredible. I expect to see the PSA assessment woman tomorrow. Misses Patton has been on leave all week and we are not expected to see her until Monday. Misses Russel, the math teacher, and Misses Packard, the english teacher, have been taking turns subsituting for her. They honestly do a much better job. I've run out of lines, but not rhymes, and I discourage you to cry when I say goodbye, because I'll be back with lots more lame crap.