Wednesday, December 1, 2004

Profanity. Gasp!

Comment Commentary

Alex- Hm.. Bloody, you say? *strokes chin*

Shin- Let me take this oppurtunity to say that you are completely and utterly insane, and that for every pair of shorts you wear this winter I shall kill you.

Alea- Yeah, but there weren't any other synonyms at all.

Stacie- I ruined fine art. Imprison me!

Mal- :}

Stacie- Argh, Durvin haunts me.

DDG- Our prizes are okay, for the most part, but the beach trip at the end of the year is the biggie. It's my highest priority to go.

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It wasn't quite as cold today. There was no ice outside, and the grass did not crunch as I walked on it, and for some reason they decided to let everybody inside the gym TODAY. I didn't even bother going in..

Many oral presentations were had in English today, though by some divine miracle I wasn't selected. It felt like the teacher was shooting a flaming arrow into the air, and we were running back and forth frantically trying to avoid it. Tomorrow I'm pretty much guaranteed to go, and in the back of my mind I know I'll do fine, but I have anxieties about these things.

The insane math teacher was gone today, and we had a substitute. All of this year we have always had the same sub in that class: Some crazy old dude who prefers teaching us magic tricks to having us do work. Our teacher today was one Mr. Grimm, and he taught us our lesson in ten minutes whereas our regular teacher would have taken the entire period. She's very long-winded, you see, and fun to laugh at. I got my homework done in class.

The PE volleyball championship was today. My team, of course, was nowhere near the top four teams, so we got to sit in the bleachers and watch. I didn't really pay attention, though I was attentively watching- I was thinking. What about, you say? Well, that's for me to know and you to speculate over for hours on end.

One of the AR prizes I mentioned earlier is a "party" during seventh period where you get some sort of food. This trimester it was root bear floats, which admittedly tasted like shit, but at least it got me out of Journalism.

Speaking of Journalism, the November issue of the newsletter is finally printed and in circulation. It was supposed to be out on the sixth, but here we are, in the beginning of December (yay), and it's just coming up. It's so miserably outdated that it's not even funny. Admittedly, this issue is better than the last (no clipart, though I didn't bother enforcing it there). It was even printed on real newspaper-sized paper.

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Piano was sort of pathetic. I didn't practice at all this week except for my own little procrastinated hour before the lesson, and for once it sort of turned into a "pity lesson." I have been doing these two songs for what seems like years now (in reality it's only been like three months) and today she finally said, "..You know what? You want to just move on?"

Score one for me.

I mourned for about an hour as Kojima and Shinkawa were signing things in Citywalk. I'm just hoping that somebody really cool comes to AX 2005, and that I can handle standing in line long enough to get some signatures.
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