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I finally get several hours to do what the hell I want. I think I understand that phrase, "Living For The Weekend". Although I think with unfolding events it might just be living for the break.
First off, as usual, I'm not too happy on being able to keep up on a decent update, so I might go off on a best-seller length entry, but it'd be nice, my fingers are just letting everything flow, maybe by the time I'm done with this I'll be a lot more relaxed, I'm drinking a cup of coffee right now because I wanted it for no apparent reason.
I should say that the Friday since last which was after my last entry was St. Patrick's Day and I really wanted to write then, but didn't seem to find any time. That was a very enjoyable day I might add, and of course any holiday kind of gets everyone in a decent mood, even the teachers, so pulling an Irish-American event on a bunch of rebellious teenagers who have the gall to preach about diversity but complain when the fun doesn't apply to them, and then call it racist, that's what the pinching is for, I suspect. I guess that's why Student Council had to just go ahead and say, "What the hell, since people are obviously going to make such a big fuss about it, let's just make it Multicultural Week, so we can cover everybody and avoid the bitching." I wish people would be nicer to them, they bust their a** for us sometimes, and most of them don't want to be there, the administration throws them in there because they do well in school or play enough sports to get noticed.
We had an assembly, so our schedule was shortened, but save for an Algebra test, it's not like the teachers had anything super important planned. The assembly was really nice, we almost got into another Class of...riot, but it seemed to calm down somehow. There was a showcase of all the flags of the world, but I don't seem to remember seeing Scotland, but I did see Georgia, don't ask. I don't know why either. We had dancers from all these areas, these two Buddhist ladies performed traditional dances, but these assholes behind me kept talking, and when one of the girls was starting, the people on the bleachers of the other side of the gym started a "Mexico!!" chant, which was so damn rude, I was fuming at that. Don't even get me on the Latino thing either, because I'm half-Mexican, but that was just so ******** disruptive, I can't stand people like that. There's a time and a place, bastards. Ok, no more talky about them, not important. There was also some meringue and salsa dancing, but when they did Africa, it was these girls dacing to hip-hop music, which didn't make sense at all. Couldn't they have found someone to do some traditional tribal dance or something. Sorry if that sounds ignorant, but it threw off the theme.
Like I might have mentioned, Ms. Lamont was going nutso, her being the poster child for Irish Pride and all, the shamrock lights on the walls all year and such. So of course all that week there were PowerPoint presentations and we were supposed to have a sort of "celebration-where-you-bring-in-food-and-drink-to-have-some-fun-but-we-don't-call-it-a-party-cause-we-can't-have-them-so-it's-to-show-appreciation-for-culture-by-getting-everyone-to-bring-food-our-families-make-traditionally. It was a lot of fun, everybody all sat together and tried everyone else's foods, plum candy and Thai custard, lasagna, and regulard snacks like Chex Mix and popcorn.
We all stuffed ourselves silly, and basically just enjoyed ourselves. Marisol seemed like she was getting tipsy from her Frappucino or something, because she kept telling us how awesome we were. I think she was big on the culture stuff, but I did appreciate it. It seemed like lately our side of the classroom was the geeky side, but what did it matter, if we were all cool to each other, and could sit here, make cracks at each other, but not care? I mean, we were like the perfect example of diversity. We were like every ethnicity but white, which seemed ironic. We all went home, with Ms. Lamont warning us to drive safe tonight, because of the idiots who take this as "Drink Your a** Off Day". Yeah, she said that to us too. I'm gonna miss her so much when I graduate.
Oh yeah, that evening, stuff happened, that I'm not going to personally mention to keep privacy of myself and certain people, but I'm writing this so that the people and myself will still remember it, but no one will know what I'm talking about. Thank you for reading this pointless paragraph, unless it turns out it brings back something.
Saturday was basically a big ball of nothing. I was thinking of going to Chibi Fest, but my dad wouldn't let me until Kelly got home, because of me not calling him last week when I was at Sonja's. She wasn't getting home until around when the library would close, so I just sat and read all day, studied a little, thought about calling Tabatha and Amber to wish them luck at State tomorrow, but I lost their numbers. Mentally prayed for them instead, hoping that would count.
Sunday was a marathon of Bleach episodes at Anime Vegas. I didn't know who was coming, and I kind of didn't care, I just wanted a day to myself. I didn't feel like asking if I could "go to the anime show this week", so I just half-lied and said I was going to the library early. The bus ride was comforting, people were on edge this morning or something, I started naming people based on their problems, I also managed to hear someone's life story, I wonder if she'd let me write her book. It might sell, sound pitiful enough.
I missed the Jones bus to get an easy walk to the library from Sahara, but the damn thing pulled out just as the 204 was stopping at Jones. There should be a rule that if you're stopping and the bus on the other intersection drives by, you have to wait for people transferring. The walk was relaxing, but I always get that weird feeling whenever I walk through that Mental Center. Not because it sounds like I'm walking through an insane asylum, or that there are people walking around, because I happen to like these people, they seem to be the only people on Earth are genuinely happy to see you walking around living. It's because it's so damn quiet, like the area itself is being cautious as I'm going by, waiting for when it's safe.
I was early, so I stopped at McDonalds for a sausage biscuit, and while I'm eating, Kyle appears from out of nowhere and sits down with me. He got the notice about the marathon, and spent all night watching it to catch up with Anime Vegas. He also read my journal, and enjoyed that it was "novel-size". Like I said, I think this one has the same potential. Anyway, I tried a "Shamrock Shake", which turned out just to be mint flavor with green food coloring, and we headed for the auditorium.
Rich went over some new rules, so it seems like some of us might be able to retain our sanity while we're there, and I might not end up strangling them with their own cat tail. The whole thing was fine, Josh and Bailey showed up for a while, so it made the hours of anime a lot easier to withstand, I have trouble just watching and watching for hours. Russell showed up too, and despite it all, he seemed relaxed.
While we were outside, he told me he wasn't going to Collins College anymore, the price range just wasn't in it for him, he wouldn't even be able to afford Cup Noodles at the monthly rates in Phoenix. So it seems he's settling for the Art Institute. I suddenly had a million questions to ask, but strangely enough I shrugged the whole thing off and kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to deal with it, I was really not in the mood, I had come there to not think about it.
Russell had to go to work, so he left early, and so did Josh and Bay. So it was me, Kyle, and Jen until the very end, and I was this close to cussing out this group who kept coming in and out and bullshitting on the ground. Of course, how convenient it had to have been that they had missed the rule recital earlier. Bastards. We went back to McDonald's for dinner, I scarfed down a meal for two, then we went back to the library, but I saw the bus and ran for it, without really getting to say good-bye to anyone.
Another peaceful bus ride, Russell had given me Paradise Kiss #4 courtesy of Sonja, so I had some laughs and got some stares because of the laugh courtesy of Isabella and his childhood memories. The dress was so beautiful, I didn't like the gloves though, they remind me of the mom from Dexter's Laboratory. I bought a bunch of taffy and gum and some pineapple soda, and walked home. I crashed after watching Family Guy with Josh.
Monday kicked me in the balls, then spit on me. It must have still had its hangover or something, because I woke up in a bad mood already. I feel so bad for Monday, it's not Monday's fault no one's ever glad to see it, it deserves better. Anyway, I realized that since Tabatha and Amber were gone, I was stuck working on the website with just Mike and Jonas. Mike I could handle, he does his work when he needs to, and it's damn good work most of the time, but I could trust Jonas to work as far as I could throw him, because for one thing, he's bigger than me, and second of all, he visits this Galactic Federation forum that he's on more than I'm on Gaia and everything else combined. I can't even remember how we got "lucky enough" to be stuck with him.
Turns out though, when I get into Web Design, Mike's absent, so it's just me and Jonas. Mrs. Shugars wants to see our progress, so I show her all the club pages we've finished, and she doesn't like our format. We spend like a class hour and a half tweeking it to her liking. It takes that long because she's swamped with her own work, and everyone and their mom needs to talk to her for something. All of a sudden, Novell (The server that the school's internet network runs on) delays a message to all the computers, kid of like when Jesse was dumb enough to get caught sending a fake virus. It says that one of the server folders, Data1, is low on disk space.
I'm going to tell you right now, under no circumstances should that ever be happening. That folder had like 100GB of space originally, and when we checked, it had 1.9. Most of it was from all the groups sharing the Images folders that had GB's full of faculty and sports photos. So, everyone but Leah and Mrs. Shugars deleted those photos, and it surely but slowly came back into focus.
We kind of finished the formatting on the clubs pages, but I honestly didn't like it, I still thought the way Tabatha had made them originally was nice, and I was scared that they were going to come back and see them all re-done and bite my head off. So I just made a copy of the file, and made a "redo" one, so they could come back and see the way Shugars wanted it. The worst part was that she put me on the spot with the whole class listening when she asked, "Don't you like it?" All I did was smile, and kind of walk away from her.
Tuesday was tough as well, all the time it was taking, it didn't seem like I was getting anything done. I had to go through all the pages, and make sure every Club Advisor had a link to their Interact e-mail address off of the Clark County School District. Our info wasn't updated, so I was constantly walking over to Savannah to get their contact information. Mike was here, but Shugars assigned him to some miscellaneous Flash project she wanted done. Jonas did nothing, and I was about to go ape s**t on him. Psychology was doing an assignment on Optical Illusions, so I swallowed my pride and did a "stand-up" job on my report. Algebra was studying my a** off for the Chapter Test which was a huge grade and the last one for the quarter. Government was finishing up assignments and just watching a movie while he caught up on grades. Composition was finishing and typing up the movie script, which was like rubbing lemons on my eyes, I hate that stupid story they came up with, but hey, my job is over, I just need to write a summary, and then I don't have any more to do with it.
Wednesday was counting the hours until Tabatha and Amber got back. Shugars wanted more updates on progress, I gave them to her, and then she said she wanted me to print off every page done, go find the advisors, and double check all the information. Technically though, I was temporary Team Captain, and that s**t was grunt work, and she said I could get someone to do it, so I tossed them at Jonas and wished him good luck, his Galactic Federation was going to have set their phasers on "work".
Tabatha called Wednesday night about two hours after they had gotten back and updated me. It had been hell, but we had done pretty well for sending only 11 people when we usually take like 30. 6 of them were going to Nationals because they'd placed in the Top 3 spots at least once., if we could scrounge up like the $1000 fee, which basically means, "Not a snowman's chance in hell."
Thursday was the big Algebra test, and I felt I had done pretty good. I felt confident. We also got back on track with the website now that the gruesome twosome were back in business. Everyone was updated and we mostly did our best that day. Jonas was out walking, so that was fine with me. The script got handed to everyone on time, and everything seemed ok, the worst was over, the grades are almost in.
Friday. I ended up with a D on the test, but because of these huge grade curves Mr. Kuhns is giving us it ended up with a B. I don't know what means for my final grade yet, but I'll check Edline when I finish. It doesn't seem like I'm going to the Red Rock trip with everyone tomorrow, which pisses me off immensely, since we had been planning it for two weeks now. My dad has some meeting because the T.V. station is like begging him to do this coverage on the World Cup, and he'll probably end up doing it, which means more baby-sitting for me, just when I needed and actually deserved a break for once. Oh well, Kingdom Hearts II is coming in like 4 days, that should kill some brain cells.
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Did You Know?: They have coffee plavored PEZ.
Edible Substance · Sat Mar 25, 2006 @ 06:18am · 1 Comments |
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