Tuesday, November 30, 2004

It's like a spider bite on your eyelid.

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DDG- We also get earthquakes and fanciful celebrity politicians. ~_^

Miss Stacie- Damn right I am.

Shin- Speaking of which, are those test results in yet?

Karmi- Make sure they're high-capacity memory cards.. Hint hint.

Solo- What did I say about manga? o_O

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It was very cold this morning. After six to eight restless, futile hours of trying to find a comfortable position in my bed (Well, more like four), my cursed alarm went off and I went through the normal morning routine.

The highlight of the morning news: There was a big manure pile in Chino that caught fire.. Heh heh. Stupid Chino.

Oh, and the "star" of some petting zoo (this is the all-encompassing LA news, not just some hokey one-town thing) has gone missing, and for some reason they're making a big deal out of it. Isn't it obvious that the other farm animals got tired of living in Trixie's shadow, and so they conspired to take her out on their boat on Thanksgiving and dump her body into the harbor?

*cough* But this is Shin's job, not mine.

I wore a T shirt under a turtleneck under another T shirt under a jacket this morning. It was 25 degrees, and I was well-insulated, so all of you "California iznt codl!11" purists out there can go.. Wear shorts or something.

We had an unsuspecting newbie substitute teacher in Language Arts, and we basically manipulated her so that we didn't have to read for AR. After that we had little grammar puzzle worksheets, involving a lot of synonyms. Being the lazy underachiever that I am, I pulled out a thesaurus to find the answers.

Little did I know that our school's thesauruses are demented little mind games devised by the anti-Websters to destroy student morale.

1. Toss. See throw 1.

(Flip back five or six pages)

1. Throw. See toss 1.

The only synonym they had for "grass" was "Marijuana." Not even I would have thought of that.. Makes you wonder who makes these books.

We're going to be watching Schindler's List in History in a couple weeks. I'm looking forward to it, though I'm sure the tone will be ruined by some a-hole who can't ever take a moment of drama seriously.

We played volleyball in thirty degree weather. Whoop-de-doo, my arm froze as I was waiting for the opposing team to serve and it shattered like an ice cube thrown against asphalt.

Well, not really, but it was that cold. I served surprisingly well, but we still lost because of some insane ghetto girl (there are more harsh terms, but I'm too tired for profanities) who insisted that they get points for whatever reason. Got fifty pushups for losing.

Journalism was enjoyable for once. The teacher didn't say a word to me (though the clipart junkie still harrassed me as she floundered through Photoshop), but I mostly sat there and drew some odd heavily-shaded, Shinkawa-inspired drawing of a random guy whose head was at an angle so anatomically incorrect that it looked like someone had snapped it.

Praise! Critical acclaim!

And then the day ended. Went over to a friend's house and played Goldeneye: Rogue Agent and Super Mario Sunshine for two or three hours.

I haven't played Metal Gear in days. Volgin was such a pain in the ass that I haven't bothered going back to it, and I've been on a roll in Nocturne and Echoes (just got Samus's Dark Suit, and I'm almost through the Second Kalpa in Nocturne).

So there you have it. Nothing too eventful, nothing too interesting, but if you've gotten this far you deserve a pat on the back.

But I'm sure as hell not doing it. Who knows what kind of germs are on that jacket you're wearing?
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