| Yesterday |
[13 Sep 2003|09:50am] |
I made this huge-ass entry but blurty killed it, and I tried to resubmit it but it kept killing it, so I just gave up because I was feeling sick.
Let's try again.
Spanish - We had to make "biopoemas". It's like this crap poem about ourselves, and mine is so stupid. And because of my lack of thought first period and creativity generally, I have to do it for homework. I think we have to PRESENT these. Stupid. We have to present already in like all other classes. I hate speaking. I hate people. I hate school. rant over.
English - Grouped by birthdays, I'm like...7th oldest? 8th? Ellen is right after me, so we ended up being in a group with Rob Intartaglio. I wonder how we are going to get up in the front of the class and justify why Dr. Phil would be the best 7th person, because me and Ellen are going to be laughing the whole time.
Biology: He talked a lot again. Baah. MORE homework.
Gym: Got yelled at for putting my feet on the handlebars of the bike in weight room. Demonstrated lack of gracefullness as I almost fell about 8 times. Arianna and I created scenarios of 800-lb butt cheek people, I won't go into detail.
Lunch - Sat with random bandish people in cafeteria. Ate crumbs of Ryan Wellers awesome-tasting pop-tart. "No one notices the girl in the corner!!"
Wind Ensemble - sight read Adagio for Winds and Gavorkna. Easiness.
Study Hall - I hate the people in this class. But I did listen to an insteresting story about how some guy totally trashed this girls house at a party, like poured bleach all over her and her mom's clothes, broke expensive furniture, threw spaghetti everywhere or something, and more. I did nothing constructive. Well, a bit of bio homework.
History - debated. I didn't speak up, though I had some view of my own.
Geometry - notes. Um. Yeah.
Soccer - it was cold rainy and windy. So we went out there until 4:30 and scrimmaged. I did horribly as I predicted to Ellen. I slipped a lot, and this one time I was tripped and fell totally on my back and for like, the first time, it took me more than a millisecond to get back up because the wind was utterly knocked out of me, so I was like "laaa" *gets back up really quickly* and then I stumbled around for awhile. It was weird. I hated that scrimmage. I came back in soaking wet. I got my bookbag with 3 books and all of my notebooks in it, purse, yellow bag of clothes, soccer bag of equipment, clarinet, clarinet folder, and cleats. I tried to call my mom on the payphone 3 times but it wouldn't work, the payphone ended up electrocuting my finger, and then I was getting really frustrated because I was getting sick and all this stuff weighed so much and I didn't have a ride, I called my grandmother with the remainder of my moolah and asked dad to come get me and he said "give me some time" so I was like noooo. But then mom got me 20 minutes later as I waited out in the rain, so that was ok. The only dry spot under the roof was where I put my clarinet.
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