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I should be working on my history reading. Or my history memo. Or going over my World Lit. papers. Or practicing my guitar. Or even writing.
Oh, the joys of procrastination and denial.
Nick came up to me before first period and asked what the shirt I was wearing yesterday had said. Apparently he spent both of the classes we have together trying to read my shirt, but never could quite manage it. For some reason, this cracked me up.
I'm wearing my shieldmaiden shirt. It makes me happy. I'm easily content.
Report card came in today! If not for Japanese, I would have had my first (and only) 4.0. Alas, it was not so. You'd think that my Japanese would suck less, since I've been taking the class for three and a half years. I got the same comments I get every year - Fuqua-sensei said "good effort", which *is* better than the usual "appears to try". Then again, she's teaching the 3rd years in another room while the 4th- and 5th years are off in the Great Hall, so she doesn't KNOW what the hell we're doing. Which is good, since I've spent the last few days sorting kanji flashcards into piles based on how "pretty" I thought they were. Or what dirty meanings I could come up with (there was one that was a combination of "three hairs", "big", and "private". I dare you to not fall on your arse in the gutter laughing).
I finally remembered to bring Jenn's towel to school today...only to find out that today was the day she skipped. *sigh*. Jenn, your towel's in my locker, don't let me forget.
Feather pens are evil little buggers. The one I drew currently looks rather like a leaf. I must have spent half the period drawing and erasing and drawing and erasing the thing. Argh.
Writer's Club (yesterday) was fun! I brought in the now-named Talking Mouse to encourage people to shut up and listen, and I brought in my tarot cards for inspiration. One of the girls almost flipped out until I assured her that I bought the cards specifically because they had pretty pictures. I swear, I just don't get people sometimes. One a tangential note, why is it that no boys have joined Writer's Club? We had Spencer and that other guy for a few months last year, but then they stopped coming. Actually, we only got a few new people this year. Also (end tangent), someone from yearbook came in for pictures and a quote about Writer's Club. I think we gave her a quote from "Dubliners" - "the end of the song is raving madness" was the line I suggested. It was the first thing that came into my head.
Mr. Burrus mentioned something today about how we should ask Mr. McQueen about poking Stalin with sticks. Apparently, when Stalin died, everyone thought that he could be faking it, so they took turns poking him with a stick. This connects back to "MacBeth", by way of Hitler, RE:making a big production of the bad guy's death.
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Off to do stuff now. Hopefully I won't kill myself during OYD tonight...
Oh, the joys of procrastination and denial.
Nick came up to me before first period and asked what the shirt I was wearing yesterday had said. Apparently he spent both of the classes we have together trying to read my shirt, but never could quite manage it. For some reason, this cracked me up.
I'm wearing my shieldmaiden shirt. It makes me happy. I'm easily content.
Report card came in today! If not for Japanese, I would have had my first (and only) 4.0. Alas, it was not so. You'd think that my Japanese would suck less, since I've been taking the class for three and a half years. I got the same comments I get every year - Fuqua-sensei said "good effort", which *is* better than the usual "appears to try". Then again, she's teaching the 3rd years in another room while the 4th- and 5th years are off in the Great Hall, so she doesn't KNOW what the hell we're doing. Which is good, since I've spent the last few days sorting kanji flashcards into piles based on how "pretty" I thought they were. Or what dirty meanings I could come up with (there was one that was a combination of "three hairs", "big", and "private". I dare you to not fall on your arse in the gutter laughing).
I finally remembered to bring Jenn's towel to school today...only to find out that today was the day she skipped. *sigh*. Jenn, your towel's in my locker, don't let me forget.
Feather pens are evil little buggers. The one I drew currently looks rather like a leaf. I must have spent half the period drawing and erasing and drawing and erasing the thing. Argh.
Writer's Club (yesterday) was fun! I brought in the now-named Talking Mouse to encourage people to shut up and listen, and I brought in my tarot cards for inspiration. One of the girls almost flipped out until I assured her that I bought the cards specifically because they had pretty pictures. I swear, I just don't get people sometimes. One a tangential note, why is it that no boys have joined Writer's Club? We had Spencer and that other guy for a few months last year, but then they stopped coming. Actually, we only got a few new people this year. Also (end tangent), someone from yearbook came in for pictures and a quote about Writer's Club. I think we gave her a quote from "Dubliners" - "the end of the song is raving madness" was the line I suggested. It was the first thing that came into my head.
Mr. Burrus mentioned something today about how we should ask Mr. McQueen about poking Stalin with sticks. Apparently, when Stalin died, everyone thought that he could be faking it, so they took turns poking him with a stick. This connects back to "MacBeth", by way of Hitler, RE:making a big production of the bad guy's death.
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Off to do stuff now. Hopefully I won't kill myself during OYD tonight...