Day 105: or some number like that

Why are you reading this. I mean seriously, don't you have better things to do? I sure hope so. No one would rather sit and read this over, well, pretty much anything else. I bet you don't even exist. I'm just sitting here putting my time and effort into nothing. Or maybe I'm yelling at a bunch of dumb kids who have nothing better to do.

I wonder witch is worse.

Day 103: Worried

I'm afraid I'm starting to lose the point of all this. It's been ages since I've actually talked about my life. Wasn't that the point? I don't even know anymore.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Day 102: break!

Going on break now yay!

Day 101: yarg

Nope

Day 100: O.o

Ooooooo my god. 100 days. This is insanity. Sheesh. Wow. So much time has passed. Like 100 days worth of time. Haha. I'm still not funny.

Bye for now!

Day 99: Weekend homework. Am I right?

I picked up my Sheet and scurried out of class. I nearly ran all the way to the front doors where my mom, I can't believe this used to be based on who have birth to you, was waiting with my dad, yes I know such a boring family.

Day 98: Wooooot

"So," she concluded by saying, "did the invention of the technology advanced enough to read into people's brains and find out who they truly were cause the advent of the new generation? You decide. A five paragraph essay on your desisions by Friday."
       The class groaned in unison.

Day 97: Friday!

Three days later and my history teacher was still trying to make the technological revolution interesting.

Day 96: Headache (litterally)

"See," Mr. Callsworth said, "there are side effects within a culture when a change this massive occurs. The way people think about things changed, not just the technology and way of life. "

Day 95: and still it drags on

"One is more positive, and the other us kinda depressing," Becca chimed in. Lewis added that the first one shoes more interesting consepts then the second.
       As this continued my mind began to wander. Becca and Lewis used to be names associated with a gender. How strange that must have been. To feel that your original organs determined something about who you were from birth.

Day 94: my stomach is mad

This here he said tapping the board is a well known example of his latter writing. 'With that final realization he sat down on the plush leather couch and closed his eyes, secure in himself.'
         Mr. Callsworth turned to the class. "What would you say the differences between these two quotes are?

Day 93: oh no

From the acclaimed author James Verde." Callsworth said. Then he began to read, "and it was then that she realized that it was her very hope for peace that had enslaved her, and without it the land would be free of oppression. " This is a well recognized piece of his writing pre scanning. After his writing style changed dramatically.

Day 92: ustcdtjb

"Now despite the obvious issue of not paying attention, Anna's thoughts here probably mirror that of the rest of the class." Mr Callsworth said, examining the class. "But I don't think so." He taped the wall and a paragraph of writing appeared on the surface. "Take a look at this sample of writing....

Day 91: I'm not going to finish am I?

Two days latter and I'm sitting in Litterature. I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was locked on the prospect of life post scanning. I began doodling pictures all over my notebook, of the things I would love, of the person I'd be. "Anna?" Mr. Callsworth asked. I looked up. "Anna how would you did robe the way art changed after the advent of life personalization?" I fumbled for a second, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.
    "Um, it got more free and full of expression?" I managed to say.

Day 90: Nope

Nope nope nope.

Day 89: Headache

I wondered what it would be like, to have a list. To have perpose and personality. And gender.

But, if I don't have those things now, what am I. Not girl or boy or in between. Not strong or weak. Not, well, not anything. I wonder if there was a song that was by a pre. I wondered if it had meaning or if it was just empty like the rest of us. I glanced at the countdown in the corner of the desk. Soon. Soon I will have myself. Soon I will finally be something.

Day 88: Sleepy

I looked down at the desk screan and checked the time. 23:08. 52 minuets till the end of class. Gah. Who could possibly think this was interesting. I watched the little white numbers slowly count up. This was unberrable. I full screened the notes page I had been working on. There was nothing but a few seemingly unconnected word scattered about. I picked up a Tpen and started doodling. This time it was a scanner. The ones the use to make kids' lists. 24 more days untill my own 13 th birthday.

Day 88: story time

Beginning in 2352 the legislature ratified the new amendment. All people were here by required by law to be given equal opportunity. In order to comply with this new law people were required to be scanned. This scan told the first people of the New Generation what they had always wanted to hear. The creative people became painters and the domestic people stayed with children. That was over one hundred years ago and now the technology may seem primitive but the ideas stuck. The system spread across the world, and now everyone lives the lives they want to live. It's the perfect system.

Day 87: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah

It's November!!!!!! I haven't even started nanowrimo. And I still need to make up for lost days. Everything is bad.

Day 86: There used to be day when I wasn't tierd

I need to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, but I have homeeeewooooooooooork. Wait. Wait. Tomorrow is Veteren's Day. Nooooooooooo schooooool!!!!!!!! YES! YEeeeeeeeeeeees!!!!!

Day 85: Going through the motions

Nothing much. Though I have become extremely addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Trust me it's amazing.

Day 84: Last words

I think I want my last words to be "Oh dear, that's bad. " And they could put it on my grave and stuff.

Maybe I think about this too much.

Day 83: Guess what

I'm tired again. Yep. I wish I had something to say, but truth be told everything has been kinda boring   I've just settled in to a new normal.

Day 82: Need Sleep

So exhausted. I can't even zzzzzzzzzz

Day 81: Perfect

Like I don't even have anything to bitch about. Everything is just fine and I'm on top of the world. I don't even care that I'm failing math. He's just so perfect.

Day 80: Oh god

Man I've missed a lot of days. Don't worry I'll go back and do them latter. I've just been so busy with the end of the quarter coming up and a new boy. Nah. Who am I kidding. I'm not even going to pretend. We've just been hanging out nonstop. He is perfect. Except....no. He's perfect.