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so. in recent news.
- my spanish teacher thinks i'm a crazy lesbian with ADD. and it's kassie's fault. well, not the crazed attention defecit part. that's all me, baby. but she wrote me this note today. to jordan leanne watkins, her love. so of course i wrote one back, to kassie lynn hojnacki my love. she and i joke a lot (ok well it's only joking SOMETIMES) and this note was saying that even if i ended up dating matt kassie would be my first and most important love. and a couple other strange jokes of ours that i know i put in there because of my overwhelming sense of panic, but they don't come to mind. at least i left out the "sex kitten" stuff. and just my luck, as soon as i'd finished writing it, my teacher comes waddling toward my desk yelling at me in broken english about how he's not cutting me slack anymore, ever. he takes the note and all i can think is "oh shit", because some things aren't for teachers to see. teachers aren't always fun people, and don't always take sarcasm well. i really have to start being better in that class. on monday i was reading a book. he took it from me, put it in a safe (...why? was i really gonna wander up to his desk and try to get it back?), threatened to call my parents, gave me a lecture about things not pertaining to spanish and how they shouldn't even be in the classroom, at all EVER, and then he made me move. because i sit in the back corner and he can't keep track of me there too well. so where does he move me? to the back corner on the other side of the room. tell me why that makes sense. so he took my book and i was still bored. i decided to draw. so i was drawing and he took that too. he has a growing collection of my artwork. one time he said to finish the picture before he took it. he puts them all in his desk drawer. and even though it pisses him off that i don't pay attention, he secretly loves my art. i can tell. then today after class he asks to talk to me. i consent to it, because i'm freakin scared of the guy. he tells me about the importance of verb conjugation and how he thinks i really should make more of an effort to pay close attention. i don't tell him i took a first year foreign language last year and that verb conjugation rules don't change much and that i'm really bored in his class. i nod and look at the safe door and shift around from foot to foot and look at the clock and back to the safe until he gives up on trying to talk to me, probably concluding that i'm ADD and autistic, and he gets my book out and tells me to never bring it to his class again. i left quickly.
- in debate i gave the shittiest speech ever. it was BAD. i had the worst headache ever, and my glasses were in the bottom of my backpack someplace, and that plus the minor fact that my teacher likes everything in 10-point font to save trees made it very hard to read. we can't put the paper in front of our faces; that's distracting. so i stumbled through the entire thing horribly. and i'm usually good at reading out loud. i've gotten some good marks for it on previous speeches. halfway through i'd misprounounced an alliteration of words starting with "s" and i sounded like ashley or daffy duck so i just stopped reading, started laughing, and took up almost a minute of my three minute maximum trying to regain composure. so then i didn't finish the speech for lack of time. people think i'm "fuckin nuts" in carter's words. and i'm beginning to see why. so i was told to sit down. my teacher suggested that perhaps i go visit the nurse. i hate school nurses. so i went to sleep instead.
- i'm going to see carter's play tomorrow. he's really cool. and he's pretty good at drama. kate is going with me and we are going to have a good time.
- my history teacher loves me but my classmates want me sedated. on my last test, the one matt assured me i would fail, i scored a b. a very high b. and my teacher decided to make an example of my definitions. she liked them. they were sarcastic smartass replies turned into miniature stories. and i got points for them because apparently they appropriately covered material. one, for example, was that "i'm not completely sure of the technical description of an aqueduct. i do, however, know that it was brick, arched, and full of water. they're featured in a vw beetle commerical with a crazy british guy." she liked that one. another one was that "i completely forgot what i had learned about the meaning of the republic. they quite possibly liked small government though, like today's republicans. possibly." she always goes on and on about how liking small government is the only thing making her a republican, and so i knew that would hit her on a personal level. i did alright with my definitions of people, until i came across a name i could swear i'd never seen or heard before. my definition? "my sources tell me that this man was important to roman history." one defintion i had to give was for the patricians. i knew a lot about the plebeians, but not so much about the patricians except that they were aristocrats and the plebeians had to prove themselves. so my definition was "a group of romans who were jerks to the plebeians. i like the word plebeian; it's funny." i don't remember the rest. but i think i did pretty damn well. anyway about my classmates wanting me sedated. notes today, "corpus of the law". i thought she said porpoise so i bursted out laughing. will started saying how he thought it'd be funny if i was a porpoise. that got me and megan laughing REALLY hard. we couldn't stop. we were being fools. and everyone was staring. and that made us laugh more. then later on after notes, burnsie turned on some 80's music and i couldn't help but dance around and sing to people. while i was doing that i had a big sign taped on my shirt that said "I'M SO POPULAR! EVERYONE LOVES ME!!!" and i had my hair up right at my forehead, so that i looked like a unicorn. some freshman girl told me i was a weirdo, like it had never occured to me before. but a lot of people got a kick out of it. it's almost fun to make an ass out of yourself just to get a reaction.
- i saw kyle and he made my day. he had a lego shirt, awesome tube socks, and he was rocking the whole look, and he said my poems were cool. he makes me happy. i love kyle!!!
- a certain boy was a total jerk and called me fat and ugly but i later found a note in my backpack he'd slipped in there, and it made up for it. completely. but then again, i don't know why i let myself keep going in circles...jeez.
- I TALKED TO BRIAN THIS MORNING! it was great. we looked at pictures on his phone. he's so cool and he makes me feel better when i'm crappy. same with ned, whom i saw at lunch. nedmakesmesogladtobeagayman.
- kate, nugget, and myself had the best afternoon. we had key club. so naturally my brother skipped the meeting and went home. i ended up joining kate and nugget in going to kate's orthodontist appointment. it was so fun. her dad left us there for like, 2 hours. there was this big cushion in the waiting room that the three of us sat on, a bonding experience really, and we read a lion king book, seventeen magazine, and othello. and we played with the waiting room toys and talked and talked about everything. the magazine was fun. i was reading aloud to them about some girl's sexual health. her dad has absolutely no concept of time so we were stuck there for quite awhile. but it ended up being so cool. then we went back to kate's house and ate cold pizza and read magazines and watched tv.
- i finished my book. the one kate lent me, about the gay teenager living with the psychiatrist and his crazy family and the pedafile. it was good. weird, gross, and shocking. but pretty damn funny. and the guy's autobiography. talk about crazy.
- alex is going to help my debate class with student congress. he's hilarious and you can't argue with him at all. it'll be great.
- i have to go to a wedding on saturday. it's a freakin all day event. wedding at one, reception after that, and a formal dinner at 6 with the family and stuff. it's my old 4th grade teacher, she and my mom are really good friends. she's SO much fun. i love her. one time when i was in 5th grade, she and i had a party at her house and watched movies and had popcorn and went rollerskating when my mommy was out of town and i missed her and was sad. she's so young and messy and crazy and insane and she's the greatest. i'm happy she's getting married. she's gonna make a cool mom. i'm not too happy about attending the wedding though. it's taking my WHOLE day and i hate having to sit still and be quiet and i hate formal dinners and i hate the dress i've gotta wear and i hate when grownups ask questions like, "well what are you doing with your life? what are your interests? have you read any novels by danielle steele? do you have any linguini and clam sauce recipes? you're just so smart, your mom tells me. what college are you going to? have you applied there? no? you're only 15? oh, i'm sorry. well when will you apply?" it makes me want to just like, dance like a duck or yell "NO SPEAK ENGLISH!" to freak them out and send them scattering towards the champagne and peanuts. the sacrifices i make to be a good daughter/former student.
- i have a lab with carter tomorrow. labs with carter? way fun. we spilled acid last time. we make a wonderful lab team though, because i can't measure and mix for crap without spilling, and he's not good at reading instructions. so i go over the instructions with him and he completes the procedure and then we work together on the questions and then our marginally retarded buddies just copy our packets and graphs. it's fun though. we got to play with syringes last time.
alright, enough is enough.
bye my loves.