Friday, September 30, 2005

I've ...
Been all sneezy. Now I'm better, mostly.

Not participated in Spirit Week. Which is enough fun in itself.

Acquired more work hours.

Outlined gobs of the history book at a time.

Come up with a thesis on Macbeth. One I like.

Taped a lot of television.

Not watched the taped television very fast.

Not read my webcomics, then catching up on like three weeks of them in one go.

Been confirmed. (Wouldn't it be funny if you had an allergic reaction to the oil of chrism and you got this huge rash from it? Would they like, burn you as a witch?)

Been relishing my place as first bassoon.

Run out of stuff to say.
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Sunday, September 25, 2005

I was trying to think of a clever thing for "AP" to stand for to represent the frustation I feel about my current workload, but because of all the work, I'm too tired to come up with anything good.
Also, all my teachers are idiots. Mostly.

Period 1 English AP but not that bad and I like the class and the teacher. This is the exception. But I hate going to the class because it's so dusty I can't breathe or open my eyes.

Period 2 is band, witch explains its own cute horrors.

Period 3 is stats, and I like the math but I can't stand the teacher. Plus, he's an idiot.

My Period 4 Pre-Calculus teacher is just a bona-fide idiot. I can't say any more about a person who spends 5 minutes a day talking to the class from the back of the classroom, then assigns homework and stops talking. The next day, when the class is confused she asks, "What is wrong with you?" and is dead serious.

Period 5 is chem, which is okay, but I know the teacher from church, which makes it kind of weird.

Period 6 is history. The teacher has no idea how to do AP. None at all. He assigns homework without realizing there are 3 editions of the textbook circulating, and gives us ambiguous worksheets that leave kids who need to manage their time stranded.

Last, but not least, is Spanish with the same teacher as last year. So I continue to be Esperanza. Dear God.

Yeah, so the majority of my teachers are, if not idiots, not stellar, and my workload (mostly because of the whole history thing and the whole teach-yourself-pre-calculus thing) is killing me.

So, probably for some time (at least until I get caught up on all the reruns of Buffy I feel this need to watch, I won't be posting as often as I used to. Which not good for me, because this has replaced my cathartic journaling since I started have chronic wrist pain.

And so ends my semi-regular whine.
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Saturday, September 17, 2005

Tired.
My brother had a sleepover party.

At a sleepover party, one usually wears clean pajamas/nicer ones that usual. One of them we aren't sure as to whether or not he had pants on. I mean, you're sleeping over and you don't sleep in pants???

What is wrong with these people?

Oh, and one the friends, his older brother is the new second bassoon. Which is fine. He's an okay kid.

His mother is the one that scares me.

She has, on 3 occasions, tried to sell me on switching teachers after 2 years with my current teacher, whom I love, so that her teacher that I'd be switching to would be able to teach from the high school, saving her 2 minutes of driving every week.

Then, today, I heard another good one. My mom said to me, "She wants to know if you'd help him out if ever needs any."

So I was like, "Yeah, sure. I'm not evil."

Then my mom says, "Oh, but she wants this to be, when he needs help, she drops him off over here and leaves him here for a while and comes back after her errands."

To which all I can say is, "What's wrong with late bussing it home?"

Because, in the interest of saving his mother's time and energy, isn't that a lovely solution not involving my house?
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Monday, September 12, 2005

You know how some days, you just need a hug?
This is going to sound so lame, but I've been having a day where, for no particular reason, I've needed a hug.

But when I hug my parents, they're always like, "What's the matter?"

And sometimes, there's really nothing wrong, but they don't believe me.

And I've already expended my 'what's wrong' hugs for the day, so I made brownies.

Fudgey brownies with chocolate chips in them.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Quick post.
Bought myself a CD player because it's hard to have just an MP3 player and be able to listen to stuff on CD without ripping and downloading, but if it's like, not my CD, I need to listen to it first.

So I have a CD player.

And allergies.

And sleep deprivation. My dad came upstairs to harass my brother about it being his birthday at 8:45, so I took that as a wake-up call and got up and showered. Coming out of the shower, I look at my watch and realize that it's only 7:10, so I must have gotten up at 6:45, not 8:45.

By then, I was clean and wet, so I was up.

And I really need to study about early America. Like, say ... now.
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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Allergies
Back at school, seeing everyone again and having them in my classes and lunches is great. Going to the classes, half of which are in classrooms that are making my eyes water to the point of severely obscured vision is not.

It's so weird. My teachers are just so apathetic this year. My two math teachers don't give a crap about anyone int he room, and my English teacher, who is actually interesting, admits that he may never get around to really learning every one of the 13 people in his class's names properly. My history teacher's had most of the other kids before, band is everything I knew it was, I have the same Spanish teacher who'll call my Esperanza whether or not I wish to be called Esperanza, and my chem teacher is out because her dad died, but she's the leader of the Senior Youth Group at church, so I know her.

Anyway, today was the farmer's market, and it really sucked. It was slow, and it was boring, and I was sick and hungry.

And my allergies are back. You know, they went away yesterday for the most part.

Drat that ragweed.
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Saturday, September 3, 2005

Jeans.
Since school is starting up on Wednesday and she hasn't finished all of her summer reading, my friend called regarding the all-important question, "What are you thinking of wearing on the first day of school?"

She then launched into an elaborate description, going over her color coordination, the two shirt options depending on weather, the pair of sandals to be packed for the same reason, and the upcoming trip to Claire's for earrings to match.

Me, I have all my reading done and will not know what I am wearing until 6:30 on Wednesday morning.

And do you know what the secret to my nonchalance is?

Jeans.

They match everything. They are appropriate for everything. They can be cool and dressy and casual and grungy all at once. They are comfortable unless it is over 86 degrees.

In other words, they are perfect. They are like a miracle elixir, only better, because you can wear them.
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Friday, September 2, 2005

Not a great few days
My dad's been feeling like crap, so I wound up having to cover some of my mom's shifts and then leaving to go to my own work, where I was also covering someone else's shift yesterday, and then today I had one of my episodes.

I can get really bent out of shape about some things, and one of them is shopping. We were going to stop at Dick's to find my sister some shorts for field hockey, which turned into an hour of "What color Puma shirt looks better?" Then at Old Navy, she says to me, "Here, I want one of these, and it's 2 for $25, so you can get one too. This one'll add color to your wardrobe."

Which kind of set it off. And it was a gross overreaction, but it still resulted in 2 hours of total uncooperativeness on my part.

In fact, after getting really worked up because the jeans I wanted to try on wouldn't unzip just minutes after the wardrobe coloration issue, all that I got out of it was new nosepads on my glasses.

And for that, I had to listen to this moronic attendant tell me about his 16 years playing ice hockey, because my sister's field hockey tee moved him to believe that I messed up my glasses playing some sort of hockey.

In actuality, it was a combination of swinging around bassoons indiscriminitely, banging into doorways, and watching TV while leaning my face on armrests, which is far less exciting.

In the end, rather than those suicidal and homocidal urges some people say they have when they get aggravated, I was having something in the order of genocidal urges.

And I still have to finish The Jungle.

Here is a summary of a typical chapter, in an accurate rendering of the stylistic approach:

Jurgis is so very strong! But alas, that his life was not perfect. The immigrants were swindled on all sides, by everyone in Chicago! The meat packing bosses, oh how they cheated men of their pay, of their very lives! But Jurgis is strong, and his family was determined to make it.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Happy Birthday, Me!
So last night, at like 11:45, my sister and I are talking about clothes and people who don't wear them right, and I said something about misuse to studded belts, which caused her to yell, "Wait, you hate studded belts? We got you that one we saw at Target for your birthday! Remember, the brown one?"

This is after a month of, "[Tea], don't tell [CR] what she's getting for her birthday; we all know you can't keep a secret!"

And she breaks 15 minutes before the day.

I need to work on my fishtanks soon.

And finish The Jungle.

I was summarizing my day for my friend, and then she summarized her day, and we compared to try to find out whose day was more productive. (It was a tie, as we both worked 6 hours and I watched about as mush TV as she surfed the net.) Which just shows you how much we both need to get back to school.

Which is a whole lot and a half to two-thirds.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

*Insert Title Here*
My dad had radiation treatment for a benign tumor today, and I guess it really is noninvasive, because he's totally fine.

Tomorrow's my birthday!

My sister ended her summer sitting job today, and on top of getting $9 and hour to sit just one kid because the other is unstable and hates her, she received a bag of Lindt candy, a $50 gift certificate to Target, and 3 thank you notes.
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