"Bob, my ovary is rupturing"
So things are a lot better today. I like today. Yesterday was nice too, but only after sixth period.
In Euro yesterday, Miss Hughes started class at least fifteen minutes late because she was yelling at the freshman class before ours. They're absolutely ridiculous. Really, there are stories about that class every day. It makes me angry.
One word to describe Lang yesterday: HOLYSHITAMAZING. We had a substitute named Paul Goldsmith. He is from New York City. He is cool. We were supposed to be discussing an essay about morality, but that discussion did not last long at all. He looked up some vocab words, but skipped the last five, giving the explanation, "I didn't get to those ones on dictionary.com. I'M A MATH TEACHER; NOT AN ENGLISH TEACHER!" We spent a while trying to guess which Steve Martin movie he was thinking of. Finally, Kat looked it up online. Then she looked up his name, and found a website devoted to a different Paul Goldsmith. "Um...you're a celebrity." Lang today was also pleasant. Palm didn't feel like discussing the essay, so we just talked about random things. It was a very strange conversation. It involved Mel licking her elbow, me twisting my hand all the way around, Greg doing a twirly hat thing, and Elle doing this freaky arm twisting move.
In chem today we just played with dry ice for the entire period. Mrs Wolfe tried to do this thing with dry ice and a balloon, but every time the balloon inflated it looked like a penis, so she just gave up and passed out dry ice. We had hockey tournaments until it sublimated.
Why do we go to school on Halloween? There is pretty much no point. I got nothing accomplished in any of my classes today. In art, I helped Jo create a board game for Chem. The game is called this: CHEMOPOLY. We are so original. Anyway, it looks like crap, and it took like five people to make. The whole art class helped. I drew a nightclub. It was hotttttlykewhoa.
So I think I should stop making racial comments to Chiso. Yesterday he wanted to switch calculators, because mine is a translucent blue sparkly one, and I was like, "ew, no, I don't want your black calculator." And then today he had doughnuts, and they were all glazed, and I was like, "Oh, so you only eat the white ones? Wouldn't you be more comfortable with chocolate doughnuts?" But anyway, he uses his African heritage as an excuse for everything, including Palm's ridiculous grading.
Today the button fell off my pants, so there was NO way of keeping them up. So I just left them alone and made it into a costume: FRESHMAN GIRL!!!! Miss Hughes appreciated it.
Tonight, Halloween lasted for like .98723 seconds. Really. Except a random party broke out in my court, so I hung out there for a while. This kid came to my door, and I gave him candy or whatever, and this is what he said to me: "Oh, I know you; you're Scott's best friend!" I was taken aback, as you can imagine. I have never been identified solely by my relationship to someone else. And we're not even best friends. Silly kid.
I decided to stay home tonight because there were just too many options, and I didn't really feel like participating in any of them. I so need this weekend for myself. I haven't had time to do nothing in a while, and I plan on enjoying it. Except tomorrow I have to go to Em's to study, and probably go to work. Then on Sunday I have church and also it's my birthday party. So basically, I get no time for me. Whatever.
In Euro yesterday, Miss Hughes started class at least fifteen minutes late because she was yelling at the freshman class before ours. They're absolutely ridiculous. Really, there are stories about that class every day. It makes me angry.
One word to describe Lang yesterday: HOLYSHITAMAZING. We had a substitute named Paul Goldsmith. He is from New York City. He is cool. We were supposed to be discussing an essay about morality, but that discussion did not last long at all. He looked up some vocab words, but skipped the last five, giving the explanation, "I didn't get to those ones on dictionary.com. I'M A MATH TEACHER; NOT AN ENGLISH TEACHER!" We spent a while trying to guess which Steve Martin movie he was thinking of. Finally, Kat looked it up online. Then she looked up his name, and found a website devoted to a different Paul Goldsmith. "Um...you're a celebrity." Lang today was also pleasant. Palm didn't feel like discussing the essay, so we just talked about random things. It was a very strange conversation. It involved Mel licking her elbow, me twisting my hand all the way around, Greg doing a twirly hat thing, and Elle doing this freaky arm twisting move.
In chem today we just played with dry ice for the entire period. Mrs Wolfe tried to do this thing with dry ice and a balloon, but every time the balloon inflated it looked like a penis, so she just gave up and passed out dry ice. We had hockey tournaments until it sublimated.
Why do we go to school on Halloween? There is pretty much no point. I got nothing accomplished in any of my classes today. In art, I helped Jo create a board game for Chem. The game is called this: CHEMOPOLY. We are so original. Anyway, it looks like crap, and it took like five people to make. The whole art class helped. I drew a nightclub. It was hotttttlykewhoa.
So I think I should stop making racial comments to Chiso. Yesterday he wanted to switch calculators, because mine is a translucent blue sparkly one, and I was like, "ew, no, I don't want your black calculator." And then today he had doughnuts, and they were all glazed, and I was like, "Oh, so you only eat the white ones? Wouldn't you be more comfortable with chocolate doughnuts?" But anyway, he uses his African heritage as an excuse for everything, including Palm's ridiculous grading.
Today the button fell off my pants, so there was NO way of keeping them up. So I just left them alone and made it into a costume: FRESHMAN GIRL!!!! Miss Hughes appreciated it.
Tonight, Halloween lasted for like .98723 seconds. Really. Except a random party broke out in my court, so I hung out there for a while. This kid came to my door, and I gave him candy or whatever, and this is what he said to me: "Oh, I know you; you're Scott's best friend!" I was taken aback, as you can imagine. I have never been identified solely by my relationship to someone else. And we're not even best friends. Silly kid.
I decided to stay home tonight because there were just too many options, and I didn't really feel like participating in any of them. I so need this weekend for myself. I haven't had time to do nothing in a while, and I plan on enjoying it. Except tomorrow I have to go to Em's to study, and probably go to work. Then on Sunday I have church and also it's my birthday party. So basically, I get no time for me. Whatever.