Wednesday, August 18, 2004

  

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Today's Random Quote: "Like its politicians and its wars, society has the teenagers it deserves." -- J. B. Priestley (1894 - 1984)

Today's Random Word: bastion
(noun)[BAS·chahn, BAS·tee·ahn]

1. a projecting part of a rampart or other fortification

2. a fortified position or stronghold: "Sam had his king safely tucked into a bastion in the corner of the board, with with his rook, knight, and queen standing by."

3. a person or group that is considered a defensive stronghold for something, as a principle or cause; 'the last bastion of communism'; 'she is a bastion of strength'

adjective form: bastioned

Today's Olympics: Ah screw it, I'm not in the mood today... sorry to those of you who actually read this collumn.

Okay then, we shall start of with yesterday and then move up to today. I got out of bed, watched the baby, watched the Olympics, went online, watched the baby, ate, watched the olympics/baby, went online/olympics, ate lunch, watched the olympics/online, ect. ect.

So, that was the majority of my day, until I had to go register for school.

Me: *sobbing with schedule in hand*
Sister: What's wrong with you?! It's not like you got Mrs. Holler for band!
Me: NO!!! CURSE THIS SCHOOL! *says it a little bit too loudly, a lot of people in the gym look at me*
Sister: stupid Mrs. Holler... *mumbling*(add a few colorful words)
Mom: What is it?
Me: You know that teacher... you know the teacher that I always talked about last year, the one that I disliked with burning passion?!
Mom: Oh, yeah, what was his name again?
Me: MR. CARR! HE'S FOLLOWED ME INTO THE 8th grade *twitches a few times and shows Mom and sister scedule*
Mom: Oh it can't be that bad!
Me: YES IT IS! I DEMAND A SCEDULE CHANGE IMMEDIATLY! *tries to run up to the 'schedule change' booth but Mom grabs her by the arm*
Mom: *dragging me out of the gym by my left arm*
Me: Life... is... so... cruel... *almost everyone in gym is looking at her*
Me: *pulls self together* Okay, okay, I'm fine, I'll just go get my pictures taken now. *gets picture taken, but has a feeling school camera captured her bad side*...*mumbling* Stupid school picture camera... (add more colorful words) *sees friend and runs over* HI!!!
Mengjie: ...hi Ari!
Me: *starts to break down* Mr.... Carr...back... *manages to say inbetween what sounds like sobs, fits of laugher, coupled with hysterical voice*
Mengjie: Huh?
Me: *hands Mengjie schedule*
Mengjie: Oh, I have him too, but it looks like that's the only class we have together
Me: Oh, but Susan has Language Arts then too! I won't have to face his wrath alone anymore! *gets a little bit happy*
Mengjie:...okay... I gotta go now....
Me: BYE!! *hysterical, cracking voice is back

Okay, there you go, that's my registration for you. Oh, but that's not even the good part! My Mom ended up spending about $200 just for me, registering me for school and my school supplies. That's a lot of money! We were joking around and my Mom's like "I can't afford for you guys not to get A's" My sister, getting A's? yeah right, but, I decided I was going to do my best in what is going to be 9 months of hell! You see, the reason why I hated him so deeply, was because he gave us homework every night, and along with my Math homework, which I didn't like also, that was a lot of fatigue for my brain. Then, it looks like from the supply list, that he's going to have to make us do those stupid Vocabulary Stories again. It's where he gives us 10 SAT vocabulary words at the beginning of the week, we have to memorize all of them, and then we have to create a story, put all ten words in the story, and have the whole thing grammatically correct. Last year he tried 400 words, but I think this year he's going to make it 600, I just have a really really bad feeling. A quiz every week is not exactly my idea of fun, especially because I get ideas on bursts in my head, I can't just make them appear. I think I'm going to have to create an outline my story even before I go to class because it's hard for me to think under pressure.

Alrighty then, there's my story, thank you all for reading, and I'll post my complete schedule later because I left it in the car... hehehe. Bye bye everyone! *leaves, 'I hate Mr. Carr' bumper stickers for everyone, and white chocolate kit kat bars*

UPDATE: Piggy has now gotten 100 guest book signings! Yay! Thanks to all you guys for helping out in my cause, at least something good happened today....

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