You'll find your happiness in Rio.
Don't even ask about the title. I told my iPod (fondly named Franziska, thanks to our own resident name-master Stephen, who also provided me with "Esmerelda" for my English project. Srsly, where do you think of these names, dude?). Anyway, I told my iPod that if she would kindly select a song for me from Shuffle, I would title the entry accordingly. And of course she doesn't go for something with amazing lyrics or a deep philosophical meaning; she picks the pointless two minute song about going to Rio by some random mariachi band, and possibly the only song I don't like from The Producers.
So I got into the car today to go home at like 2:57, right? Later than usual, I know, but Stephen and I took a detour to F-5 to say hi our favourite (and so far only) Biology teacher. We talked to her for a bit, and Stephen had Dr. M reassure him that no one had yet manipulated the extra credit system and broken his 120% A+ from last year's class, and we were intending to gossip a little longer but she had to go and pick up her son from school (since when did Dr. M have a life? I always thought she was single, she never mentioned her children or husband on the first day of class like most of my teachers did). Anyway, so I get in the car, and I'm tired but happy because I had a relatively nice day and I was finally getting to go home, and my mom says (in this really serious and scary voice) "You're going to be late for something you won't want to be late for." And I'm immediately like, "Wait, what? What am I supposed to be doing today? I wanted to go home and relax!"
Mother: (still in very serious voice) "You got out of school too late, you're going to miss it now."
Eventually I coaxed out of her that it wasn't something life-threatening; there was something on TV that I'd want to see, apparently. So I started guessing, and after listing holiday movies and Broadway-shows-turned-movies I mentioned Grey's Anatomy, and she goes "Okay, right track, wrong show." So I'm like, "Um, quoi?" because as far as I know, Grey's (unlike Law and Order, lol) doesn't have any spin-offs. After a few more minutes of keeping her little aura of mystery, she was like "Yeah, I saw a Law and Order earlier today that they're replaying at three, 's got Kate Walsh in it, figured you might want to see it."
So I run into the house as soon as I can (slightly surprised and touched that my mother's keeping tabs on my celebrity preferences, because as far as I knew she still thought I worshipped Idina Menzel [yeahhh, that was back in my crazy fangirl phase, but my sense has returned and the phase has departed, thank goodness]) and turn on the TV and we watched it together, arguing over whether or not Kate was innocent. I maintained that she was (and not just because I like the actress, people, come on, I really thought she didn't do it), whereas my mom, of course, said she was gulity just to annoy me (she also goes on little riffs about how Addison is a cheating whore every time we watch Grey's together). Turned out my mom was right (at least, technically, she did turn around and plead guilty once she saw she was losing the case), but thanks to that case I now dislike Jack McCoy (because he was a total asshole the entire ep. and sent an innocent woman to jail, plus the fact that the tape he submitted as evidence was totally cruel! You'd have to watch the ep. to get what I mean though).
Yeah, anyway, that episode of L&O was basically the highlight of my day. I was having one of those days where I feel like I can't stop talking, and I just keep babbling on and on and I don't make any sense to the people around me. Verbal diarrhea, is that what people call it? What an ugly term. Anyway, I wrote a Free Response in Euro today which had to be my worst essay EVER (bar none, and I'm going all the way back to first grade here, people). It wasn't even coherent. I kept leaving out words. And not silly little fluff words like 'it' or 'to'--real, important words that were integral to the content of the essay. When I went back to proofread, my thesis sentence read "Machiavelli and Rousseau differed in the areas of but were also similar in their views of human nature." If you could tell me that's a coherent thesis sentence with a straight face, I'd be impressed enough to recommend you to the admissions guy at Tisch (for those of you that don't know, Tisch is a VERY prestigious acting program at NYU). I fell asleep for a couple minutes while writing the essay, and then I went back to sleep in Theater (or tried to, at least, I put my head on my lap and closed my eyes but kept getting distracted by whatever Stephen and Andy happened to be talking about). I'm just very tired today. And, in the words of one brilliant Rilo Kiley, "I keep on talking trash but I never say anything." (Although I haven't really been trash-talking. Just talking. About nothing. As you can see.)
So I got into the car today to go home at like 2:57, right? Later than usual, I know, but Stephen and I took a detour to F-5 to say hi our favourite (and so far only) Biology teacher. We talked to her for a bit, and Stephen had Dr. M reassure him that no one had yet manipulated the extra credit system and broken his 120% A+ from last year's class, and we were intending to gossip a little longer but she had to go and pick up her son from school (since when did Dr. M have a life? I always thought she was single, she never mentioned her children or husband on the first day of class like most of my teachers did). Anyway, so I get in the car, and I'm tired but happy because I had a relatively nice day and I was finally getting to go home, and my mom says (in this really serious and scary voice) "You're going to be late for something you won't want to be late for." And I'm immediately like, "Wait, what? What am I supposed to be doing today? I wanted to go home and relax!"
Mother: (still in very serious voice) "You got out of school too late, you're going to miss it now."
Eventually I coaxed out of her that it wasn't something life-threatening; there was something on TV that I'd want to see, apparently. So I started guessing, and after listing holiday movies and Broadway-shows-turned-movies I mentioned Grey's Anatomy, and she goes "Okay, right track, wrong show." So I'm like, "Um, quoi?" because as far as I know, Grey's (unlike Law and Order, lol) doesn't have any spin-offs. After a few more minutes of keeping her little aura of mystery, she was like "Yeah, I saw a Law and Order earlier today that they're replaying at three, 's got Kate Walsh in it, figured you might want to see it."
So I run into the house as soon as I can (slightly surprised and touched that my mother's keeping tabs on my celebrity preferences, because as far as I knew she still thought I worshipped Idina Menzel [yeahhh, that was back in my crazy fangirl phase, but my sense has returned and the phase has departed, thank goodness]) and turn on the TV and we watched it together, arguing over whether or not Kate was innocent. I maintained that she was (and not just because I like the actress, people, come on, I really thought she didn't do it), whereas my mom, of course, said she was gulity just to annoy me (she also goes on little riffs about how Addison is a cheating whore every time we watch Grey's together). Turned out my mom was right (at least, technically, she did turn around and plead guilty once she saw she was losing the case), but thanks to that case I now dislike Jack McCoy (because he was a total asshole the entire ep. and sent an innocent woman to jail, plus the fact that the tape he submitted as evidence was totally cruel! You'd have to watch the ep. to get what I mean though).
Yeah, anyway, that episode of L&O was basically the highlight of my day. I was having one of those days where I feel like I can't stop talking, and I just keep babbling on and on and I don't make any sense to the people around me. Verbal diarrhea, is that what people call it? What an ugly term. Anyway, I wrote a Free Response in Euro today which had to be my worst essay EVER (bar none, and I'm going all the way back to first grade here, people). It wasn't even coherent. I kept leaving out words. And not silly little fluff words like 'it' or 'to'--real, important words that were integral to the content of the essay. When I went back to proofread, my thesis sentence read "Machiavelli and Rousseau differed in the areas of but were also similar in their views of human nature." If you could tell me that's a coherent thesis sentence with a straight face, I'd be impressed enough to recommend you to the admissions guy at Tisch (for those of you that don't know, Tisch is a VERY prestigious acting program at NYU). I fell asleep for a couple minutes while writing the essay, and then I went back to sleep in Theater (or tried to, at least, I put my head on my lap and closed my eyes but kept getting distracted by whatever Stephen and Andy happened to be talking about). I'm just very tired today. And, in the words of one brilliant Rilo Kiley, "I keep on talking trash but I never say anything." (Although I haven't really been trash-talking. Just talking. About nothing. As you can see.)