Festivities, Salsa, and Airline Food
Yes, it comes to the holiday: 5 De Mayo.. that not many people care about :P. Anyways, some things have been going on lately since I last posted (3 days.. wow. What a record). So far, it's been hotter than hot can be, 3 digits hot, man. You can only imagine what happened in P.E.. sheesh. Sucks to have an outside class on a hot day --'. On Monday, Janet, Fransisca, Alix, and I stood around talking to our classmates about random things as usual, since the teachers are lazy to come on time (they come in, like.. 15 minutes later XD). Anyways, it led to food and airplanes, and mixed it up to become a funny conversation. The whole of us were joking around about the annoyances people get when you turn on the airplane light when they're trying to sleep, then they complain to the stuardess about it, and all you have to say is "What?! You bitch!". My friend complained that one time, when he was last on an airplane, it was around midnight, and he was the only one awake.. save the few small kids. He told us that he got up and went to the lane, and ran up and down, then the kids started doing it after he sat back down XDDD, then the stuardesses were running up and down trying to catch the kids and bring them back to their seats. It was fun X3.
I can only give a brief explanation about Tuesday. Since AP tests are going around all this week, the schedule is being messed with once again. I was having a good day until lunch, when I was talking to my friends, when Liz got up and randomly slapped me roughly on the back. Of course, it didn't hurt, but something about it really ticked me off. I didn't know what I was doing, but I suddenly stood up, clenching my hands at my sides, and yelled out "What the f*ck is wrong with you Elizabeth?!?". I stretched her full name out rather harshly..only remembering everything she did that angered me. Of course, I and everyone else knew she absolutely hates when people call out her full name, but she didn't do anything about it. I did not face her the rest of the day or the rest or the day after that (except when Joanna, my carpool, offered to give her and Tessa and ride to Tessa's house -.-), and we were dreadfully quiet. I didn't feel like I made a fool of myself, and I didn't know what came over me, but I simply shook it off.
Now. Towards today. This morning, in Spanish class, we planned a competition to see who can make the best salsa (or guacamole). I paired up with Kali, and the whole class went outside to make their salsa with the ingredients were all brought. As Kali and I were making ours, Christian and Ryan (who paired up with eachother) planned to make the spiciest salsa. Of course, with Christian being hispanic, he brought along 5 or 6 different spices from his house.. and I said I'd steal from him. Which, in this case, I did! Before any of the salsas or guacamoles could be judged, I ran to taste Ryan and Christian's salsa, and it was super hot, which didn't make me pant, as it was really, really, really good. They put really spicy ceranos in them, the hottest, legal chile to be sold from South America to the states, and it turned out that Christian put 4 of them in his salsa! Damn, Christian. As we needed names for our creations, they named their El Niño, and Kali named ours El Bomba Del Tomate (The Tomato Bomb), hehe. Once teachers and advisers came to test out the food with chips and water at their side, they were given pieces of paper to judge who's is 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Unfortunately Mrs. Olsen said we have to wait until Friday to find who the winners are .__.; till then, I suppose.
I can only give a brief explanation about Tuesday. Since AP tests are going around all this week, the schedule is being messed with once again. I was having a good day until lunch, when I was talking to my friends, when Liz got up and randomly slapped me roughly on the back. Of course, it didn't hurt, but something about it really ticked me off. I didn't know what I was doing, but I suddenly stood up, clenching my hands at my sides, and yelled out "What the f*ck is wrong with you Elizabeth?!?". I stretched her full name out rather harshly..only remembering everything she did that angered me. Of course, I and everyone else knew she absolutely hates when people call out her full name, but she didn't do anything about it. I did not face her the rest of the day or the rest or the day after that (except when Joanna, my carpool, offered to give her and Tessa and ride to Tessa's house -.-), and we were dreadfully quiet. I didn't feel like I made a fool of myself, and I didn't know what came over me, but I simply shook it off.
Now. Towards today. This morning, in Spanish class, we planned a competition to see who can make the best salsa (or guacamole). I paired up with Kali, and the whole class went outside to make their salsa with the ingredients were all brought. As Kali and I were making ours, Christian and Ryan (who paired up with eachother) planned to make the spiciest salsa. Of course, with Christian being hispanic, he brought along 5 or 6 different spices from his house.. and I said I'd steal from him. Which, in this case, I did! Before any of the salsas or guacamoles could be judged, I ran to taste Ryan and Christian's salsa, and it was super hot, which didn't make me pant, as it was really, really, really good. They put really spicy ceranos in them, the hottest, legal chile to be sold from South America to the states, and it turned out that Christian put 4 of them in his salsa! Damn, Christian. As we needed names for our creations, they named their El Niño, and Kali named ours El Bomba Del Tomate (The Tomato Bomb), hehe. Once teachers and advisers came to test out the food with chips and water at their side, they were given pieces of paper to judge who's is 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Unfortunately Mrs. Olsen said we have to wait until Friday to find who the winners are .__.; till then, I suppose.