Deedeedeee.
The class from hell is over.
Excuse me while I spasm with joy.
*spasmspasmpspasm*
I'm at my mom's office right now, because she drove me to school today. (I didn't sleep this week, so they didn't trust me behind the wheel.) I found an ANCIENT CD of mine in her office, so now I'm listening to Billy Gilman and Charlotte Church's version of .. uhm, that giddy-up... Sleigh-Ride song. Yes. Christmas songs in August. I am superb. :P On a random, amusing note: The belltower at Weber plays Christmas songs at 12:25pm every day.
It's sad that Billy Gilman sounds more like a girl than Charlotte Church. I'm not sure what Church sounds like. I probably shouldn't venture a guess, because I'm sure there are some fans out there, and that would hurt their feelings.
I'm going to write for ages, because I have nothing else to do. My mother's writing some sort of agenda with her secretary, so I'm stuck here until they're done.
Clara has been extremely verbose lately. I come back from three days of too-busy-to-read-LJ, and there are tons of entries. And an obscene amount of icon comments. (I got through most of them! Go me.)
So, back to the evil English class. My teacher was cruel and unusual. If I haven't told you about him yet, I don't think you talk to me enough to care. Either way, I'm done in there, and I think I pulled an A in 2010. (One of two in the class, if not the only.) He's going to bump my B+ from 1010 to an A-. So my GPA is not bleeding on the floor just yet. (It was an accelerated 1010/2010 combo class. 30 weeks of college English in 8. Yaydieyay.)
I hate triscuits. I know tons of people who love them... but ew. I ate one, and now my mouth is sad.
Everyone keeps telling me that I've lost weight and "look great." I haven't. I think I even gained the weight back from my gallbladder fiasco. But! If they want to think that, all the better for me. I have lost the motivation to lose weight. Throw an attractive male at me, and I might change my mind.
Novelly enough, I started practicing my vocal-stuffs between lessons. It's fun to watch the teacher jaw-drop and giggle. You can almost see little dollar-signs in her eyes.
Ginger, a lady from my English class, brought her little girl to hear me sing today. As per usual, I did the mermaid song. I'm so predictable.
Heeeey, this chair has a headrest. I wish /my/ chairs had headrests. I will be sad now when I sit in chairs without headrests. Alas.
I have to do a three hour Nutrition final today for my online class, and then I'm done with school for three weeks. Sadly, three weeks seems like a very long time of Kathleen-time after writing a damn research paper each week. What happened to summer? *scowl*
On a good note, everyone but me is returning to High School in a few weeks. /I/ am free. And that is good, because the thought of going back is beyond intolerable.
I think I'll make Maddie take me out tomorrow. We can shop, and return my impulse-buying to Borders. And maybe see a movie, if there's anything decent out.
I discovered a novel and beautiful thing: I can RP with Clara. I even off-handedly mentioned it to my mother, and she just said, "Good." Apparently, Clara is in the "safe" zone. Needless to say, I don't think she will beg me to TS. :P
RP is nice. Still addictive, but nice. And we're both closet-sadists, so there're lots of guns and steampunk horror. Yum.
I've started writing. I suddenly have plots in my head. It's amazing. I'm sure it will go away as soon as I have /time/ to write.
It has officially been a half hour, and they're still writing the agenda. LIARS.
I could download a messenger to poke at people, but I don't think my mother would approve. Sigh.
Apparently, there was a time when I listened to Shania Twain's "Any Man of Mine" by CHOICE. They should've drowned me as a child. *skips song*
Oooh, Power of the Babe. See, I hate country, but singing goblins will /always/ been good. I think I just heard a young child squeal. I'm considering seeking it out for entertainment value, but that would require movement. And I just now managed to get my feet on top of the CPU.
Jump magic, jump magic...
I'm cold. Very cold. And bored. I think I'm downloading a messenger now. Think they'll kill me? *ponders*
-K
Excuse me while I spasm with joy.
*spasmspasmpspasm*
I'm at my mom's office right now, because she drove me to school today. (I didn't sleep this week, so they didn't trust me behind the wheel.) I found an ANCIENT CD of mine in her office, so now I'm listening to Billy Gilman and Charlotte Church's version of .. uhm, that giddy-up... Sleigh-Ride song. Yes. Christmas songs in August. I am superb. :P On a random, amusing note: The belltower at Weber plays Christmas songs at 12:25pm every day.
It's sad that Billy Gilman sounds more like a girl than Charlotte Church. I'm not sure what Church sounds like. I probably shouldn't venture a guess, because I'm sure there are some fans out there, and that would hurt their feelings.
I'm going to write for ages, because I have nothing else to do. My mother's writing some sort of agenda with her secretary, so I'm stuck here until they're done.
Clara has been extremely verbose lately. I come back from three days of too-busy-to-read-LJ, and there are tons of entries. And an obscene amount of icon comments. (I got through most of them! Go me.)
So, back to the evil English class. My teacher was cruel and unusual. If I haven't told you about him yet, I don't think you talk to me enough to care. Either way, I'm done in there, and I think I pulled an A in 2010. (One of two in the class, if not the only.) He's going to bump my B+ from 1010 to an A-. So my GPA is not bleeding on the floor just yet. (It was an accelerated 1010/2010 combo class. 30 weeks of college English in 8. Yaydieyay.)
I hate triscuits. I know tons of people who love them... but ew. I ate one, and now my mouth is sad.
Everyone keeps telling me that I've lost weight and "look great." I haven't. I think I even gained the weight back from my gallbladder fiasco. But! If they want to think that, all the better for me. I have lost the motivation to lose weight. Throw an attractive male at me, and I might change my mind.
Novelly enough, I started practicing my vocal-stuffs between lessons. It's fun to watch the teacher jaw-drop and giggle. You can almost see little dollar-signs in her eyes.
Ginger, a lady from my English class, brought her little girl to hear me sing today. As per usual, I did the mermaid song. I'm so predictable.
Heeeey, this chair has a headrest. I wish /my/ chairs had headrests. I will be sad now when I sit in chairs without headrests. Alas.
I have to do a three hour Nutrition final today for my online class, and then I'm done with school for three weeks. Sadly, three weeks seems like a very long time of Kathleen-time after writing a damn research paper each week. What happened to summer? *scowl*
On a good note, everyone but me is returning to High School in a few weeks. /I/ am free. And that is good, because the thought of going back is beyond intolerable.
I think I'll make Maddie take me out tomorrow. We can shop, and return my impulse-buying to Borders. And maybe see a movie, if there's anything decent out.
I discovered a novel and beautiful thing: I can RP with Clara. I even off-handedly mentioned it to my mother, and she just said, "Good." Apparently, Clara is in the "safe" zone. Needless to say, I don't think she will beg me to TS. :P
RP is nice. Still addictive, but nice. And we're both closet-sadists, so there're lots of guns and steampunk horror. Yum.
I've started writing. I suddenly have plots in my head. It's amazing. I'm sure it will go away as soon as I have /time/ to write.
It has officially been a half hour, and they're still writing the agenda. LIARS.
I could download a messenger to poke at people, but I don't think my mother would approve. Sigh.
Apparently, there was a time when I listened to Shania Twain's "Any Man of Mine" by CHOICE. They should've drowned me as a child. *skips song*
Oooh, Power of the Babe. See, I hate country, but singing goblins will /always/ been good. I think I just heard a young child squeal. I'm considering seeking it out for entertainment value, but that would require movement. And I just now managed to get my feet on top of the CPU.
Jump magic, jump magic...
I'm cold. Very cold. And bored. I think I'm downloading a messenger now. Think they'll kill me? *ponders*
-K