I am back, after much hecticness...hectictude.....hectic...blaaah...
I swear, Wednesdays are worse than Tuesdays sometimes. Here we go, a sum-up of my day. Please put the coin in the slot and keep your hands and arms inside the car.
First I woke up early, ACCIDENTALLY brushed touch-sensitive snooze button with finger (stupid design anyhow) and had to wait seven minutes for alarm to come back on so I could REALLY turn it off. While waiting, my sister the toreador came in and demanded that I help her pick out her CLOTHING for the day. What? I am in the pre-life mode here. NOBODY is allowed to disturb that. There is this little period of time in between getting out of bed and getting dressed that NOBODY should interrupt. So what does the toreador do? She interrupts it, and, might I add, for the most trivial reason ever. I screamed at her (or as much of a scream that would get out through my sleep-clogged throat) and she got MAD at me. Rawr.
Then I discovered a large lump of cat food in with the (supposedly) clean silverware in the dishwasher. EEEWWWWWW!! Of course, I blamed it on the toreador, which gave me another reason to scream at her. Ate, then retired to do workings on computer.
Finished workings early, then studied for math test tomorrow. Do not like this math. I had to solve right triangles and my calculator is messed up somehow so every time I calculated an inverse tangent I had to do it by hand. I now hate inverse tangents for the rest of my life. And vectors are the work of the devil.
Finished math, then got bored due to extreme lack of stimulation. Remembered book brought back from Oz with parents and gratefully began reading it. It's surprisingly different from Isobelle Carmody's other books in that instead of being set in a slightly fantastical, reverted, post-apocalyptic world, it is set in the present day and age.
Got hair cut, talked about that already, so we shall skip this part.
Went to band. Revised opinion of drums. Drums nice. Drums don't talk. Drums hard-working. Drums loud, but not all bad. Except for the one. Pink Tomboy. She is Satan in pink. She hates me and refuses to listen to anything I tell her. Never practices, then lies about it. Raaawrg. >.<
Love clarinets. All of them. They are fab. Oh, and after band when everyone was purchasing candy, I couldn't fit into the music room with the crush of sugar-crazed preteens plugging the door, so I asked somebody to hand be a lollipop. This simple request earned me a strange look and the question, "Don't you have to pay for it?" I explained that I got paid forty tickets for every time I helped by TA-ing, and I regularly practiced over three hours a week, a feat that earns me thirty tickets a week, and I never collect them. Thus I have hundreds of tickets stored with Mrs. B. that I never pick up, so what I want, I get. I got the lollipop.
After band, went to library and talked to librarian. Whiled away enough time to make us almost late for....
Our Music Lesson!
After rushing home so I could get into my constricting ballet clothes, we drove like fury to Mrs. B's house, where we (being me and the toreador) played a long time with Grin Guy. We have all these cool songs from this shiny new music book, Film Favorites. It's so awesome. It's got Pirates of the Carribean, My Heart Will Go On, Accidentally In Love, Also Sprach Zarathustra (which is easy, short, and impossible to pronounce. I decreed today that it should be nicknamed Mr. Sprachy. Mrs. B. laughed and agreed.), Zorro's Theme, and the fairytale music from Shrek, plus others I can't be bothered to remember. Funfunfun. Oh, and I got fish. Mrs B.'s guppies bred again, so I have babies to stick in my tank so it won't look quite as empty.
When music lesson was over, I went to ballet. Acted oddly. Made fun of classmate's legwarmers. Miss K. still only knows my name and nobody else's, but that's because she knows me from church. We practiced turns and I learned how not to spot. Still can't do it right, but am closer than before.
Walked home, ate, then came here. The end. Scintillating, wasn't it. Please disembark to your left. Thank you for coming on our trip through Squeegee's disturbed psyche today.
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First I woke up early, ACCIDENTALLY brushed touch-sensitive snooze button with finger (stupid design anyhow) and had to wait seven minutes for alarm to come back on so I could REALLY turn it off. While waiting, my sister the toreador came in and demanded that I help her pick out her CLOTHING for the day. What? I am in the pre-life mode here. NOBODY is allowed to disturb that. There is this little period of time in between getting out of bed and getting dressed that NOBODY should interrupt. So what does the toreador do? She interrupts it, and, might I add, for the most trivial reason ever. I screamed at her (or as much of a scream that would get out through my sleep-clogged throat) and she got MAD at me. Rawr.
Then I discovered a large lump of cat food in with the (supposedly) clean silverware in the dishwasher. EEEWWWWWW!! Of course, I blamed it on the toreador, which gave me another reason to scream at her. Ate, then retired to do workings on computer.
Finished workings early, then studied for math test tomorrow. Do not like this math. I had to solve right triangles and my calculator is messed up somehow so every time I calculated an inverse tangent I had to do it by hand. I now hate inverse tangents for the rest of my life. And vectors are the work of the devil.
Finished math, then got bored due to extreme lack of stimulation. Remembered book brought back from Oz with parents and gratefully began reading it. It's surprisingly different from Isobelle Carmody's other books in that instead of being set in a slightly fantastical, reverted, post-apocalyptic world, it is set in the present day and age.
Got hair cut, talked about that already, so we shall skip this part.
Went to band. Revised opinion of drums. Drums nice. Drums don't talk. Drums hard-working. Drums loud, but not all bad. Except for the one. Pink Tomboy. She is Satan in pink. She hates me and refuses to listen to anything I tell her. Never practices, then lies about it. Raaawrg. >.<
Love clarinets. All of them. They are fab. Oh, and after band when everyone was purchasing candy, I couldn't fit into the music room with the crush of sugar-crazed preteens plugging the door, so I asked somebody to hand be a lollipop. This simple request earned me a strange look and the question, "Don't you have to pay for it?" I explained that I got paid forty tickets for every time I helped by TA-ing, and I regularly practiced over three hours a week, a feat that earns me thirty tickets a week, and I never collect them. Thus I have hundreds of tickets stored with Mrs. B. that I never pick up, so what I want, I get. I got the lollipop.
After band, went to library and talked to librarian. Whiled away enough time to make us almost late for....
Our Music Lesson!
After rushing home so I could get into my constricting ballet clothes, we drove like fury to Mrs. B's house, where we (being me and the toreador) played a long time with Grin Guy. We have all these cool songs from this shiny new music book, Film Favorites. It's so awesome. It's got Pirates of the Carribean, My Heart Will Go On, Accidentally In Love, Also Sprach Zarathustra (which is easy, short, and impossible to pronounce. I decreed today that it should be nicknamed Mr. Sprachy. Mrs. B. laughed and agreed.), Zorro's Theme, and the fairytale music from Shrek, plus others I can't be bothered to remember. Funfunfun. Oh, and I got fish. Mrs B.'s guppies bred again, so I have babies to stick in my tank so it won't look quite as empty.
When music lesson was over, I went to ballet. Acted oddly. Made fun of classmate's legwarmers. Miss K. still only knows my name and nobody else's, but that's because she knows me from church. We practiced turns and I learned how not to spot. Still can't do it right, but am closer than before.
Walked home, ate, then came here. The end. Scintillating, wasn't it. Please disembark to your left. Thank you for coming on our trip through Squeegee's disturbed psyche today.
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