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I corrected my chemistry teacher today - she kept saying Galuminium or something instead of Galium. The only reason I even know this element is because its symbol is Ga, which obviously is what led me to choose it as ~my element~ for a project in the seventh grade. I also considered Silver, Ag. Figure it out.
I was sitting on a bench, I had just opened up Mia when I saw someone come up and kick the air like he was making to kick my bench. It was Matt. He played with his thumb ring as he told me stories about his friends fucking girls on the White House fence in DC, how he got his fake ID taken away because he pulled a ~Houdini act~ on the bartender with his brother, and how he's excited to go out there this weekend for his birthday, to that same bar just to shove it in the bartender's face that he has to serve him legally now.
I had to do chemistry lab today. I had to watch popcorn pop and weigh a bunch of shit to determine the mass of water in a popcorn kernel. I've had worse labs.
I have a pepsi instead of a mountain dew today. I don't know why but I just felt like it. I also had an extremely overpriced croissant sandwich for lunch.
I saw Sean in the hall and it made my day.
I just failed an anthropology quiz.
And this is my day thus far. I have been feeling uncharacteristically sorry for myself all day and I don't even know why. I just don't want to be here, I don't want to be in school, I don't want to do much of anything. Note: this could be hormonal. But maybe it's not. I don't know. I just want to lay in bed and do nothing and watch X-Files or write letters to people I don't know or sleep or I don't even know. I think the girls are dancing at a game tonight that I could go shoot but I don't want to bug or be a distraction because they compete on Sat and it's a big deal. I tried to ask Deanna how they were doing but she hasn't said anything yet so I am just probably not going to go.
The radio this morning was fantastic. I got such sick enjoyment out of it. Normally I fucking DETEST DJ's, just because they talk too much about mundane shit that annoys me. But on Thursdays, they do "War of the Roses", where a woman who thinks her husband/boyfriend is having and affair calls in and tells her story. Then Dave, the DJ, calls said boyfriend and says his cell phone company is giving him a dozen roses to send to whoever he wants. And like, if he's having an affair, he (most of the time) sends them to someone who is NOT the wife, and then they tell him and he fucking freaks out on air and it's ace. WELL, TODAY - the woman calls in saying that her husband full on admitted to having an affair when she confronted him. This was awhile ago. Then, recently, he took their two kids to a theme park. When her daughter got home, she said, "omg! mom! we had such fun! i had so much fun with Nikki on the trucks ride!" and then made a face like, "oh fuck i wasnt supposed to tell you." So they call the husband to do the rose deal, and he doesn't answer. So the girlfriend calls NIKKI's HUSBAND on air and tells him that his wife is having an affair.
I'm wearing sweatpants today. I never wear sweatpants to school. I'm also just not wearing a bra because I don't give a fuck. To be fair, my tank top has a built-in one, but still. My hair is up. I look like hell probably but I'm comfortable as fuck. It's a different kind of fun to walk around like this. I get to drag my feet and walk like a lazy sass instead of an upbeat one. It's sluggish and fun. I don't know how to explain this.
I was sitting on a bench, I had just opened up Mia when I saw someone come up and kick the air like he was making to kick my bench. It was Matt. He played with his thumb ring as he told me stories about his friends fucking girls on the White House fence in DC, how he got his fake ID taken away because he pulled a ~Houdini act~ on the bartender with his brother, and how he's excited to go out there this weekend for his birthday, to that same bar just to shove it in the bartender's face that he has to serve him legally now.
I had to do chemistry lab today. I had to watch popcorn pop and weigh a bunch of shit to determine the mass of water in a popcorn kernel. I've had worse labs.
I have a pepsi instead of a mountain dew today. I don't know why but I just felt like it. I also had an extremely overpriced croissant sandwich for lunch.
I saw Sean in the hall and it made my day.
I just failed an anthropology quiz.
And this is my day thus far. I have been feeling uncharacteristically sorry for myself all day and I don't even know why. I just don't want to be here, I don't want to be in school, I don't want to do much of anything. Note: this could be hormonal. But maybe it's not. I don't know. I just want to lay in bed and do nothing and watch X-Files or write letters to people I don't know or sleep or I don't even know. I think the girls are dancing at a game tonight that I could go shoot but I don't want to bug or be a distraction because they compete on Sat and it's a big deal. I tried to ask Deanna how they were doing but she hasn't said anything yet so I am just probably not going to go.
The radio this morning was fantastic. I got such sick enjoyment out of it. Normally I fucking DETEST DJ's, just because they talk too much about mundane shit that annoys me. But on Thursdays, they do "War of the Roses", where a woman who thinks her husband/boyfriend is having and affair calls in and tells her story. Then Dave, the DJ, calls said boyfriend and says his cell phone company is giving him a dozen roses to send to whoever he wants. And like, if he's having an affair, he (most of the time) sends them to someone who is NOT the wife, and then they tell him and he fucking freaks out on air and it's ace. WELL, TODAY - the woman calls in saying that her husband full on admitted to having an affair when she confronted him. This was awhile ago. Then, recently, he took their two kids to a theme park. When her daughter got home, she said, "omg! mom! we had such fun! i had so much fun with Nikki on the trucks ride!" and then made a face like, "oh fuck i wasnt supposed to tell you." So they call the husband to do the rose deal, and he doesn't answer. So the girlfriend calls NIKKI's HUSBAND on air and tells him that his wife is having an affair.
I'm wearing sweatpants today. I never wear sweatpants to school. I'm also just not wearing a bra because I don't give a fuck. To be fair, my tank top has a built-in one, but still. My hair is up. I look like hell probably but I'm comfortable as fuck. It's a different kind of fun to walk around like this. I get to drag my feet and walk like a lazy sass instead of an upbeat one. It's sluggish and fun. I don't know how to explain this.