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It's she who holds her tongue who gets the man
Update? Yah, why the hell not?
OK, so things were great. Then school started. Need I say more? Well, I'm going to anyway, so say yes. Say it dammit! This isn't just idle chatter, people. I need responsiveness. And maybe medication of some sort.
Moving on, I got to work with Zach today. Oh Zachary, how I love you. He is so great. It's one of those things where you can't explain it, and if you try, it lacks in greatness. Kind of like it diminishes if you talk about it. Or something. Awe at my articulateness.
So, I'm going to tell you a story. This is a rather funny story that will pleasure some of you more than others. You sadistic bastards. So, I like baggy pants... long, baggy pants that cover my shoes because ewww feet. Well, most of my pants rip at the bottom where I walk on them. One of my newer pairs of pants is at this stage and I just happen to be wearing said pants in this story. As it goes, I am wearing the pants that have a huge rip in the back, making a huge hole. So, I'm walking to Spanish like a good little girl, right? And I'm minding my own business when, out of no where, I fall flat on all fours. My foot got caught in my pants, and I went down. Oh my, it was funny. But, same as when I fell at work and pulled out a chunk of my hair, no one saw. Well, this one really loud black chick saw and was laughing her ass off. As was I, so it was OK. Damn, you should have been there. I told everyone. I have no humility. Well, I do, but it's moronic stuff that I'm not going to mention because it's humiliating. But yah, it was great fun.
OK, run down of new classes:
1) Analytic Geometry = Trig. Yes, it is the same exact class. Mr Gray is still my teacher, it is the same period, I have the same seat (Bjoern's still behind me), and we are even using the same book. No change whatsoever. Oh, other than about half of the kids have transferred out of the class. Lucky bastards. If there wasn't a sexy German kid, and there was another class I wanted to take, I would be out of there. But alas, it is not so.
2) Honors Government. Dude, I love this class. My teacher, Mr Lancaster, is the coolest (second to Mrs DiFranco, of course). He goes off on tangents like woah. He gave us a brief description of almost all the presidents that he has seen in his adult life. I like it.
3) Sociology. Now, this is the class that is replacing Psychology, so I must tread lightly. I like it. It's great because all we do is talk about social issues and whatnot. Plus, it's Mr Collins. There are 38 people in the class. And only 8 of them are guys. So, it's funny when one of them takes a non-feminist stand because they practically get jumped. I really like that class. It's no Psychology, but I can deal with it.
And that's it. All the rest are the same.
We're doing a research paper in English, and Ms Chambliss was talking about the importance of saving everything we do to disk, so if our computer crashes, we still have all our work. She was like, "All you have to do is go next door and offer sexual favors in exchange for use of their computer... money if that doesn't work. But the sexual favors usually work." Dude, Ms Chambliss rocks the hizzouse.
There's this chick, Krystal... maybe Crystal, but I like k's more. Anyway, she likes me. Evidently, a lot. She's the one that stole the Cd for me during x-mas break. Yah, I have no feelings on this issue right now.
There's more, but this is getting long and I need to type up that research paper. Plus, I'll have nothing to talk about during the weekend. That's all.