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Okay. Here's the good part of my day: Brandon asked me to be running
crew for Little Shop of Horrors, even though I never got the chance to
turn in a application. Someone had to drop out, and he wanted me to be
replacement. Neat.
For the bad part of my day, you can read the LJ cut right below this.
My day, for the most part, sucked. I wasn't allowed to listen to my radio this morning while I was getting cleaned up, because mom came downstairs and bitched at how it might wake up Callee since my bathroom is right beneath the bedroom. *NEWS FLASH* My bathroom is, infact, not beneath the bedroom. It's beneath.. *gasp* The UPSTAIRS bathroom.
So I get to school with minimal difficulty, and I had a Geometry quiz to make up before my first class. I go to the room, see that it's locked and wait a few minutes for the teacher before going back to my locker. This wouldn't be so much of an issue except that I had to walk upstairs in heels for this, and my teacher is the one who told me to be there!
.... Chansonettes. Nothing too terribly wrong happened during this hour, save for a random yet painful headache. Oh, and I couldn't sing for my life today, for some reason or another.
Geometry: I told Mrs. Womack about her not being there when I came for the test and she asked me how long I waited. I was like "Oh.. I dunno.. two or three minutes?" She then replies.. "Well, I was down the hall for about four minutes. You can't just show up and then leave." Well you can't expect me to show up, take time out of my morning routine, and have YOU not show up, either. I had things that I needed to do this morning, and taking this test any other morning would have been better for me. Apparently, better for her, aswell.. seeing as how she was too busy to meet me.
Ugh! Lunch! ... Okay, lunch was.. fine. Emily and Sammie came over to the table and we started talking, which was great, but it also distracted me enough to barely say a word to Peter after he sat down next to me. So.. I kinda feel like I ignored him, which everyone should know I wouldn't do on purpose. Damn, that boy is cute.. he needs to speak out a little more, though. My friends are all very loud and talkative, and he's all.. ... not.
Robed Choir: I kept falling asleep in my chair. The Sopranoes couldn't get their pitch right.. ever.. so we had to sing one line over and over about ten times. It was awful.
English: The substitute is the biggest bitch of a teacher. She hears your foot tap once, and she freaks out and starts "sssssshhhhhhhhh"ing at everyone. God, you'd think she had a fear of anything other than perfect silence.
-Insert the good part of the day here-
.... Now, after I ran all over the halls and talked to Brandon, I ran out to the car to meet up with Joe so he can hurry up and go get his damn Fable, which he has been talking about non-stop for the past week. By ran, I mean that. I ran in heels from the east side of the building to the west, and clear out to the other side of the parking lot. Know how I'm greeted? .... Fuckin' Mike Miller is out in the car, telling me to hurry my ass up. I hate this boy! Stupid white boy in all his "ghetto"-fied, cigg. smoking, pot tokin' glory. He's an all around asshole, and I hate having to put up with him. So they force me in the back and pretty much whine and bitch about how I was taking my sweet ass time to get to the car. I explained that I had to find Brandon, but apparently nothing really matters because I had unintentionally forced these poor boys to wait. Boo-hoo.
... Oh, and then my mom wasn't here when I got home. When she finally DID get home, we got into a fight because 1. she completely ignored me and 2. she couldn't care less if I got that running crew part of not. All she cares about today is finding out if my brother bought a motorcycle. He's a grown man, he can buy a motorcycle if he damn well pleases.
For the bad part of my day, you can read the LJ cut right below this.
My day, for the most part, sucked. I wasn't allowed to listen to my radio this morning while I was getting cleaned up, because mom came downstairs and bitched at how it might wake up Callee since my bathroom is right beneath the bedroom. *NEWS FLASH* My bathroom is, infact, not beneath the bedroom. It's beneath.. *gasp* The UPSTAIRS bathroom.
So I get to school with minimal difficulty, and I had a Geometry quiz to make up before my first class. I go to the room, see that it's locked and wait a few minutes for the teacher before going back to my locker. This wouldn't be so much of an issue except that I had to walk upstairs in heels for this, and my teacher is the one who told me to be there!
.... Chansonettes. Nothing too terribly wrong happened during this hour, save for a random yet painful headache. Oh, and I couldn't sing for my life today, for some reason or another.
Geometry: I told Mrs. Womack about her not being there when I came for the test and she asked me how long I waited. I was like "Oh.. I dunno.. two or three minutes?" She then replies.. "Well, I was down the hall for about four minutes. You can't just show up and then leave." Well you can't expect me to show up, take time out of my morning routine, and have YOU not show up, either. I had things that I needed to do this morning, and taking this test any other morning would have been better for me. Apparently, better for her, aswell.. seeing as how she was too busy to meet me.
Ugh! Lunch! ... Okay, lunch was.. fine. Emily and Sammie came over to the table and we started talking, which was great, but it also distracted me enough to barely say a word to Peter after he sat down next to me. So.. I kinda feel like I ignored him, which everyone should know I wouldn't do on purpose. Damn, that boy is cute.. he needs to speak out a little more, though. My friends are all very loud and talkative, and he's all.. ... not.
Robed Choir: I kept falling asleep in my chair. The Sopranoes couldn't get their pitch right.. ever.. so we had to sing one line over and over about ten times. It was awful.
English: The substitute is the biggest bitch of a teacher. She hears your foot tap once, and she freaks out and starts "sssssshhhhhhhhh"ing at everyone. God, you'd think she had a fear of anything other than perfect silence.
-Insert the good part of the day here-
.... Now, after I ran all over the halls and talked to Brandon, I ran out to the car to meet up with Joe so he can hurry up and go get his damn Fable, which he has been talking about non-stop for the past week. By ran, I mean that. I ran in heels from the east side of the building to the west, and clear out to the other side of the parking lot. Know how I'm greeted? .... Fuckin' Mike Miller is out in the car, telling me to hurry my ass up. I hate this boy! Stupid white boy in all his "ghetto"-fied, cigg. smoking, pot tokin' glory. He's an all around asshole, and I hate having to put up with him. So they force me in the back and pretty much whine and bitch about how I was taking my sweet ass time to get to the car. I explained that I had to find Brandon, but apparently nothing really matters because I had unintentionally forced these poor boys to wait. Boo-hoo.
... Oh, and then my mom wasn't here when I got home. When she finally DID get home, we got into a fight because 1. she completely ignored me and 2. she couldn't care less if I got that running crew part of not. All she cares about today is finding out if my brother bought a motorcycle. He's a grown man, he can buy a motorcycle if he damn well pleases.