Cheers to the healing powers of Photoshop
Yesterday, for some reason, was much more lovely than today. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that we didn't do step in P.E., I was still ahead in my lab, math was about the greatest thing ever (nothing beats the fun Ivan and I have in that class), though not a single note was taken, computers was pimpin' as usual, and Gershfeld was in a good mood (although those new seating arrangements are cuh-razy!). Brandon still sucked, but ah, what can you do. At least I bore it with a smile. After such a terrific day, who couldn't? And... who has ever heard of a terrific Monday?
Today wasn't SO bad. It only got really awful in math, when I failed my test. You know how I get when I fail. I seriously thought I was going to cry. It didn't help that Sam was kind of pissing me off (she does that sometimes, it's weird-- and just yesterday she was the coolest), so I knew what I had to do, and I could only pray it worked: I skipped lunch and went straight to the computer lab, where I made the most beautiful icons I have ever made in my life.
Oh, and it worked. If I didn't love Photoshop completely, wholeheartedly before, I am now most definitely positive that it is my soulmate.
And for the rest of the day I was all smiles. Math test? What math test?
Gershfeld: *in a little angry rant about how people are always absent* If you are DEAD, I want you in rehearsal!
Yikes. Talk about strict.
Oh, before I forget, everyone: eyes to the icon, please! Indeed, I AM obsessed: Memoirs has just replaced Miho as default icon! Whoa. basilico, you are the coolest for being like, the only person ever to be obsessed with Sin City AND Memoirs of a Geisha at the same time, plus iconing BOTH of them! You're my hero.
So I figured, since I've already exhausted my discussion topics with which to bore you, I'd take advantage and begin the account of my two consecutive eventful weekends:
The Saturday before school re-started was the fabulous Meloser's fifteenth birthday. We all dressed in our most old lady black and white outfits at noon and dashed on over to the playhouse on Miracle Mile, where Elisa, Melissa, Annie, Piggy, and Eric usher for community service hours.
I was still an ushering virgin, but I am now an addict! It is seriously THE coolest job EVER: you get like, four hours of community service every time you do it, and you're only actually ushering for about half an hour. The rest of the time you're sitting in on the musicals for free. Can you say perfect? Grease is currently playing, and I couldn't be having more of a ball with it. If you think I'd get sick of watching Danny Zuko belt out his creammypants Grease solo, even after about five times of seeing it the same way, you are dead wrong. Getting sick of Grease? There ain't no such thing.
Hanyways, Eric couldn't come this time (that's the second year in a row he's missed the love of his life's birthday... *tisk tisk*), so it was me, Melissa, Annie, and Piggy (whom I had not seen since middleschool and has since a) gone through puberty and b) gotten much, much cooler. I don't remember him ever being that funny, and nice!).
After ushering, we met up with Kyle back at Melissa's house (Kyle, Melissa's boyfriend, arrived at her house before we did and I'm sure experienced some mildly awkward "Hi Melissa's mom, sure, I'll watch Beauty Shop with you while I wait for them to get back" action). He baked a delicious, huge, perfect-in-that-it's-not-too-dry-and-not-too-moist chocolate cake. This kid-- he bakes. I know, right? Crazy, dude.
We all walked over to the park where we swung on swings, went down slides, and played in the sand. Elisa had the misfortune of riding on a little bouncy seahorse with Annie, falling off, and well--
Elisa: I just got violated by a plastic bouncy SEAHORSE!!!
She spent the rest of the park time moaning and rubbing her ass.
Piggy couldn't go a full day without doing something stupid, so he decided to run through the nearby soccer game. Just run through, right down the middle, amidst all the kicking and the sweating big men. We thought he was going to die, but he made it, and none of the shirtless soccer plays ripped him apart; we are all very thankful.
Then, suddenly, Elisa's in the sand, and I find myself stepping on top of her, legs spread, about to--
Me: Ooo, look, Froot Loops.
Elisa: You see?! THIS is why our relationship is failing! All you ever care about is BREAKFAST CEREALS!!! *storms off*
Task of the Week: Use "All you ever care about is breakfast cereals" in a conversation.
We took lovely pictures (including a tres ghetto one of me and Annie-- taking pictures of each other taking pictures!!), and, once again, I am completely technologically in the Dark Ages. I am hoping you'll see my pictures by the New Year, but we just can never tell.
Ah, since I have now talked about everyone in the park except Melissa and Kyle, I feel bad. So...
Melissa and Kyle: *suck suck*
Post park came pizza, then lame birthday song singing and Kylecake, then, much against the will of the boys, Anastasia! It is JUST as good as I remembered it! I am in love with Anastasia, and Bartok, and DIMITRI!!! He just might beat out Danny as current FATHER OF MY CHILDREN. Oh, and that whole 2-D thing? Eh, we'll find a way around it.
Then, Cats! It is... .. . ... .. . . *ahem* It grows on you! :oD Really, I am quickly starting to love it almost as much as the two Biggest Losers on the Planet (and don't they know who they are). I am currently engaged to Macavity, and Mungojerrie, but I'm just not wild about him, and I'd love to be in bed with Mistoffeles and Rum Tum Tugger, but unfortunately, they're taken. (BY EACH OTHER!!! Or once were... *squeal* Isn't that the CUTEST thing EVER?!)
Dancing, singing, and 11:30 at night, I went home.
I ramble ridiculously. I think I should see a doctor.
Well, that leaves NO room for Halloween! Catch ya next time
♥ Rackle
P.S. That's my new way of spelling Rackel. It used to be Rackel. But that could easily be confused as "Rack-ell". If it's spelt Rackle, no one can possibly pronounce it as anything but the name rhyming with cackle!
Today wasn't SO bad. It only got really awful in math, when I failed my test. You know how I get when I fail. I seriously thought I was going to cry. It didn't help that Sam was kind of pissing me off (she does that sometimes, it's weird-- and just yesterday she was the coolest), so I knew what I had to do, and I could only pray it worked: I skipped lunch and went straight to the computer lab, where I made the most beautiful icons I have ever made in my life.
Oh, and it worked. If I didn't love Photoshop completely, wholeheartedly before, I am now most definitely positive that it is my soulmate.
And for the rest of the day I was all smiles. Math test? What math test?
Gershfeld: *in a little angry rant about how people are always absent* If you are DEAD, I want you in rehearsal!
Yikes. Talk about strict.
Oh, before I forget, everyone: eyes to the icon, please! Indeed, I AM obsessed: Memoirs has just replaced Miho as default icon! Whoa. basilico, you are the coolest for being like, the only person ever to be obsessed with Sin City AND Memoirs of a Geisha at the same time, plus iconing BOTH of them! You're my hero.
So I figured, since I've already exhausted my discussion topics with which to bore you, I'd take advantage and begin the account of my two consecutive eventful weekends:
The Saturday before school re-started was the fabulous Meloser's fifteenth birthday. We all dressed in our most old lady black and white outfits at noon and dashed on over to the playhouse on Miracle Mile, where Elisa, Melissa, Annie, Piggy, and Eric usher for community service hours.
I was still an ushering virgin, but I am now an addict! It is seriously THE coolest job EVER: you get like, four hours of community service every time you do it, and you're only actually ushering for about half an hour. The rest of the time you're sitting in on the musicals for free. Can you say perfect? Grease is currently playing, and I couldn't be having more of a ball with it. If you think I'd get sick of watching Danny Zuko belt out his creammypants Grease solo, even after about five times of seeing it the same way, you are dead wrong. Getting sick of Grease? There ain't no such thing.
Hanyways, Eric couldn't come this time (that's the second year in a row he's missed the love of his life's birthday... *tisk tisk*), so it was me, Melissa, Annie, and Piggy (whom I had not seen since middleschool and has since a) gone through puberty and b) gotten much, much cooler. I don't remember him ever being that funny, and nice!).
After ushering, we met up with Kyle back at Melissa's house (Kyle, Melissa's boyfriend, arrived at her house before we did and I'm sure experienced some mildly awkward "Hi Melissa's mom, sure, I'll watch Beauty Shop with you while I wait for them to get back" action). He baked a delicious, huge, perfect-in-that-it's-not-too-dry-and-not-too-moist chocolate cake. This kid-- he bakes. I know, right? Crazy, dude.
We all walked over to the park where we swung on swings, went down slides, and played in the sand. Elisa had the misfortune of riding on a little bouncy seahorse with Annie, falling off, and well--
Elisa: I just got violated by a plastic bouncy SEAHORSE!!!
She spent the rest of the park time moaning and rubbing her ass.
Piggy couldn't go a full day without doing something stupid, so he decided to run through the nearby soccer game. Just run through, right down the middle, amidst all the kicking and the sweating big men. We thought he was going to die, but he made it, and none of the shirtless soccer plays ripped him apart; we are all very thankful.
Then, suddenly, Elisa's in the sand, and I find myself stepping on top of her, legs spread, about to--
Me: Ooo, look, Froot Loops.
Elisa: You see?! THIS is why our relationship is failing! All you ever care about is BREAKFAST CEREALS!!! *storms off*
Task of the Week: Use "All you ever care about is breakfast cereals" in a conversation.
We took lovely pictures (including a tres ghetto one of me and Annie-- taking pictures of each other taking pictures!!), and, once again, I am completely technologically in the Dark Ages. I am hoping you'll see my pictures by the New Year, but we just can never tell.
Ah, since I have now talked about everyone in the park except Melissa and Kyle, I feel bad. So...
Melissa and Kyle: *suck suck*
Post park came pizza, then lame birthday song singing and Kylecake, then, much against the will of the boys, Anastasia! It is JUST as good as I remembered it! I am in love with Anastasia, and Bartok, and DIMITRI!!! He just might beat out Danny as current FATHER OF MY CHILDREN. Oh, and that whole 2-D thing? Eh, we'll find a way around it.
Then, Cats! It is... .. . ... .. . . *ahem* It grows on you! :oD Really, I am quickly starting to love it almost as much as the two Biggest Losers on the Planet (and don't they know who they are). I am currently engaged to Macavity, and Mungojerrie, but I'm just not wild about him, and I'd love to be in bed with Mistoffeles and Rum Tum Tugger, but unfortunately, they're taken. (BY EACH OTHER!!! Or once were... *squeal* Isn't that the CUTEST thing EVER?!)
Dancing, singing, and 11:30 at night, I went home.
I ramble ridiculously. I think I should see a doctor.
Well, that leaves NO room for Halloween! Catch ya next time
♥ Rackle
P.S. That's my new way of spelling Rackel. It used to be Rackel. But that could easily be confused as "Rack-ell". If it's spelt Rackle, no one can possibly pronounce it as anything but the name rhyming with cackle!