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Apr 05, 2006 16:49

feel like posting, even though nothing has really happened in a long while that's worth mentioning. I just had a lot of ups and downs today with my emotions.
First off, I have colored my hair. I'm now a red head and my teacher, Miss Marlow, was asking me about what colors I used because she wants her hair to be the same color. Kind of flattering. No one else has really noticed except a guy who sits next to me in class. But he notices everything.
I was inducted into the National Technical Honors Society on Monday, I still feel like they made a huge mistake there. I don't feel like I've done much to deserve it. I'm almost done with my Calendar project, and I feel like I'm getting pretty good at using InDesign. I'm also going to be taking my production artist test tomorrow.

There is this one guy in my class, Stephen Baxter, who has to be one of the most immature and annoying people on the planet. The most work I see him doing is taking pictures of Ms. Marlow, and putting her face on pictures he finds on the Internet. He got all mad today because someone took a picture of his face and pasted it on a picture of a huge, orange cat. He is obsessed with cats. He's got them all over his desktop and every day he sings that jingle from the Meow mix commercials. There are those that have a healthy appreciation for kitty cats, then there is Stephen Baxter who is obsessed and is scary. He's also got a picture of a Ken Doll with a Vagina taped to his monitor.
Today, while Ms. Marlow was talking, he had his computers' microphone on and was laughing at an echo it created. With my constant ear infections, I was getting dizzy from the effect. I told Ms. Marlow, and she did nothing. So I told Baxter myself. Fist politely asking him, then again. He kept on laughing and saying that it wasn't on. I told him it was, I'm not stupid. He mumbled. I pointed at his computer and used the voice I use on Ajay when he's being very bad and ordered him to turn off his computer. Stephen Baxter turned very very white, some say they heard a tinkle of urine coming from his direction. He moved quickly to his computer, still saying the microphone was not on; he turned the microphone off and stayed seated. I later heard him talking about me "bitching about the microphone being on". I stood up, feeling very confident and said "Excuse me!? I can hear you!" He turned very white again and said, weakly "So?" Then the bell rang. The full time people applauded me for the rest of the day. Apparently I'm not the only one who dislikes that little snot.
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