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Wheeeee.
I have nothing to do.
Sooo. I'll talk about school. << >>

It's not really too bad. Kind of extremely boring for like half the day but whatever.
French is madness. The teacher speaks Russian better than French and French better than English. And she gets excited about stuff. And she hates it when we have ethical debates about if animals feel. biggrin
A couple days ago, we were discussing Homecoming and the theme was Moulin Rouge. And somebody is like "Uh, wut iz Moolin Rooj?" and the homeroom leader thingamabobber was like "They were kind of like prosti...tutes." or something. And Mrs. Nabutovsky is all like "They're not prostitutes!" and stuff.
Yeah, and that day she brought out her Rugrats puppets.
Theeen I have Band. All the instruments are ghetto and it's all disorganized and half the music we're playing is silly. Except for A Solemn Prelude. I have timpani for it and it's all epic/dramatic/sad and I have huge rolls and all these very loud quarter notes and stuff. Luvluvluv.
Except the guy infront of the timpani is a totaly b*****d. His name is Taylor and he plays some sort of sax. He sits all slumpy, blasts randomly when we're not playing, rapes/abuses the percussion instruments after class and yells stuff out loudly. And Mrs. Cavanaugh doesn't do anything about him except to use different mallets on the vibraphone (which I fixed, by the way. rargh). Ugh. I wish for Mr. Sindler to come along and throw him out. neutral
And then there's math. Melissa and I usually walk there and it's going up from the first floor to the third floor. It's boring and easy. We don't actually do much.
Except today I learned how to do this:
"If a cat is looong, it must be Longcat.
If a cat is Longcat, it must be looong.
A cat is Longcat if, and only if, it is looong."
Useful, mmm?
And about 3/4 of the class consists of preps with names like Lindsey and Mary Grace. I feel intimidated.
Yeah, and then there's the madness that is lunch.
We go to the Satellite Cafeteria, which has those octagonal tables that they had in like elementary school. Our table usually conists of me, Caitlyn, Ginny, Patty, Cordelia, Alex, Alex, Rosanna, Melissa and Abby. Caitlyn, Gini and Patty make up much of the craziness brigade while I sort of participate half the time in between drawing stuff, studying the words for Bio and eating what little food there is available in my house. Patty plays with his animal crackers, draws pictures of trees, speaks in sexual inneundo does his homework and steals Alex S.'s watch. Caitlyn tends to react to whatever anyone else does or write in her book, sometimes throwing in the occasional odd noise. Gini pretends to eat everybody's stuff, does her homework or participates in the act of us make odd faces. Cordelia draws, shows people her drawing, does her homework, compares Patty's pencil to an ejaculation or fondles his eraser and calls it arousing. Alex S. has his watch stolen, watches everyone else and smiles at stuff. Alex G. throws in random bits of discussion and stares at me a lot. (o_O) Melissa usually does her homework or draws horses and stuff. Abby is usually doing homework or practically nothing or talking with people from other tables. Rosanna doesn't do much, just watches us and our general madness.
A lot of the time I feel like the ringleader or whatever, which is unnerving. But whatever, it may just be me being paranoid once again.
After all this, Cordelia and I rush off to Bio, where we sit across from Steve and Kun. I'm the only non-Asian at our table. Lolz. Steve's kind of thick at times but he's nice. He sits across from me and we play random games with agendas, folders or whatever else is there. Kun sits across from Cordelia and he's "insanely smart" and is good at badminton. Cordelia and I make up much of the conversation, what with our "O RLYs" and "YA RLYs" and "...and stuffs" and "NRAAARGHs" and such. We hold discussions about the screensaver or the wall while Mrs. Reed checks our work.
There was a hamster today. It was twitching a lot under a pile of ripped up newspaper and shuffling about while Cordelia pointed out its feces.
Yeah. And Cordelia is most likely going to move in two weeks. crying
Then there's gym, which is also with Kun, Steve and Cordelia. We just finished up our "soft"ball unit, which I suck at. And there's been a sock and some random turds lying around on the field for about five years.
And we have to do all these stretches and laps and my head is always spinning. But the sky is so bluuuuuuuue.
And then I have Government, with Cordelia, except she sits away from me. I have to deal with Milo/Fifi trying to have staring contests.
Yes, and the teacher is Mrs. Deese, who's name rhymes with geese but she looks like a penguin. "?"
We watched a thing about Skokie. Evil Nazis trying to march into a town of holocaust survivors. They eventually had a rally in Chicago and it was really creepy because it was all "HAIL NAZI HAIL NAZI."
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And then I have English. The teacher is overexuberant and her room smells like fake apples. Except it smelled kind of like peppermint too today. Nothing remarkable happens here. Except reading To Kill A Mockingbird. <3
Yeah, and there's been a bit of drama lately involving Mika, Holly and Anya. Text messaging, comments on Facebook, downloading of porn etc. It's stupid and immature. And yeah. Quite a bit of revenge.
Revenge is a waste of time, if you ask me.
But I'll probably get a load of it from Mika for telling her off for doing this stuff.
And Anya's suddenly my friend again. It's okay. I'm getting called every other day, but yeah.
*thinks*
Well, onto the internet world.
Han'sh is doing okay. Plot is taking a while but whatever. It could be worse.
I left Tigerwing. Bleh. Maddie should've taken better care of it.
Dawn Twilight is stupid at the moment because nobody's replying to anything.
The Fifth Clan is okay. New character is Blizzardpaw, who I adopted. He's just a big cuddlepoof.
Yay for being a Pannie.
I'm most hopefully going to the mall tomorrow with Ian and his friends. Neehee. I have like 30