Thursday, January 8, 2004

BRR!
Everyone, and I mean everyone, wear your pajamas inside out tonight! If it doesn't snow I'm gonna be so mad...I might just have to kick something! ANYTHING to make this cold spell worth it! We are forced, the girls in uniform skirts, to stand outside for ten or more minutes each morning in 19 degree weather, ten degrees with wind chill. Some of you northern people might say to get over it, but even I, who thrives on air conditioning, can't stand freezing half to death every morning at school. Evil, evil school people.

Student Appreciation Day, or as I now know it, SAD, is coming up fast. I'm on the decorations committee, the best committee in my opinion because we have Greg, and Michael usually does all the complicated stuff. The only problem is that no one can seem to decide on a theme. Right now it looks like it's going to be the 50's, but no one really has a good idea of what all happened in the 50's. The only thing that really bothers me is the song that was chosen for the song competition (as opposed to the dance competition): "Don't Laugh At Me". You might have heard it at some point on the country station. I really don't like that song. It's just too sad! It reminds me of how much my life seems to suck to me...
Oh well. If I can burn a CD of "Twist and Shout" by tomorrow afternoon, that may become our song instead.

Went manga hunting last night, my exploits made easier by the wonderful Tokyopop site that gives dates for releases. I picked up Demon Diary volume 5 and Pet Shop of Horrors volume 4. Strangely enough I can't find more Fushigi Yugi anywhere, so I may have to try Waldenbooks again.

I'm trying to imagine our class of boys reading out the radio play of "The Million-Pound Bank Note" (which contains a mild love scene between two characters, rather mushy talk). We had enough giggles in a class of girls, so I wonder what it was like for all those particularly macho guys. The worst part is that Michael (scrawny, weird, used-to-be-smart-but-now-is-just-annoying) was playing Henry and Greg was playing Portia. Poor, poor Greg. Miraculously he wasn't tormented, as far as I could tell.

There is my news. How boring, I know. Someday I'll find something interesting to post about, I promise. And I'm sorry I've been so lazy about commenting and signing guestbooks. It's just that I can't really think of anything to say lately and usually I'm in a rush just to post something significant, though they end up longwinded. I may never get back into the social swing of things. But in any case, I'm not dead, so jaa ne.
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