raindrops keep falling on my head
alright as you hopefully know, i went to austin this weekend for the ILPC newspaper conference. it was grand. fun, fun, crazy times with megan and nick, and joe and kendra and alshavet and curtis and miss luck and mrs. loreto! :-) megan and i got a lot closer(i mean, like we didn't even talk before the trip and now we have ten bajillion inside jokes and could be entertained forever!) and the sessions were really good. we decided we're just gonna scrap the whole gosh-dang paper and start anew, and this change is LONG overdue. the classes were on the UT austin campus, and we had dinner with 4 BA grads, and ran into another at a sidewalk mall. it was neat.
i had a total of 3 red bulls during the 3 days(which created a lot of fun for me and a lot of annoying situations for everyone else!) and went swimming! the water was ICE cold, and then we all got in the jacuzzi, megan wearing jeans and a t- shirt!
miss luck slept in on saturday morning(which was hilarious to meg and me), then kept insisting that she ALWAYS got up early and that it was SO BIZARRE that she overslept! it was very funny... and we started describing everything as 'BIZARRE...' after this.
we also wrote fake love letters(one from miss luck to mr. ingersoll, and one from ingy to luck!) to put in their boxes in the office, along with red roses... they invite each other to starbucks for deep intellectual conversation!
enough about my trip. i'll tell you all about it if you ask me. today was a terrible day. so yesterday afternoon i get back from ilpc at 4:15. and then i go home for 20 minutes, get stuff together for our history project with valerie and marchele, and go straight to shell's house. we make our video for history until 12:30! so i'm already dead- tired from the trip, and now i go home and do a history packet, and then read 5 chapters of Brave New World for the test we had this morning! by the time i finish it is 2:00, and i roll back into bed, close my eyes, and then open them... and it's 7:00 in the morning. i drag (yes, literally drag) myself out of the bed and take a shower, almost falling over from sleep deprivation, and get ready... go to school at 8:15, head up to mrs. fortner's room(she's not there), sit outside it, she comes, go inside, we take our test, I MAKE A 10, she writes a note on my paper that says, "Try Reading- It Helps." okay, i actually did read, unlike the other 75% of the class, thank you very much! just because the questions you ask can be easily found on sparknotes.com and therefore were answered correctly by the CHEATERS, doesn't mean that i didn't read! she makes me so mad sometimes!
so then i go to history and we, of course, have the best project! yay! man, we worked hard on that... then i go to pre-cal, and fall asleep(i'm later informed that people were talking about me being a bad student while i was out-- you know, that A average and class ranking really prove my inadequacy as a hard worker...) then wake up, go to lunch, am still hungry, go to cheerleading, sit and do nothing, etc. etc.
TERRIBLE DAY! let's make tomorrow better, huh? let's.
-tib
prom is saturday! i's excited! i still don't know what shoes i'm wearing... ho hum. converse! flip- flops! heaven forbid i wear the matching heels...
my dad is SO mad about my sat score. when my mom told him what i made, he asked, "AND WHAT DID MARCY MAKE AGAIN?" well, uh... she made 200 points higher... BUT I'M NOT MARCY! OHMYGOSH!
i had a total of 3 red bulls during the 3 days(which created a lot of fun for me and a lot of annoying situations for everyone else!) and went swimming! the water was ICE cold, and then we all got in the jacuzzi, megan wearing jeans and a t- shirt!
miss luck slept in on saturday morning(which was hilarious to meg and me), then kept insisting that she ALWAYS got up early and that it was SO BIZARRE that she overslept! it was very funny... and we started describing everything as 'BIZARRE...' after this.
we also wrote fake love letters(one from miss luck to mr. ingersoll, and one from ingy to luck!) to put in their boxes in the office, along with red roses... they invite each other to starbucks for deep intellectual conversation!
enough about my trip. i'll tell you all about it if you ask me. today was a terrible day. so yesterday afternoon i get back from ilpc at 4:15. and then i go home for 20 minutes, get stuff together for our history project with valerie and marchele, and go straight to shell's house. we make our video for history until 12:30! so i'm already dead- tired from the trip, and now i go home and do a history packet, and then read 5 chapters of Brave New World for the test we had this morning! by the time i finish it is 2:00, and i roll back into bed, close my eyes, and then open them... and it's 7:00 in the morning. i drag (yes, literally drag) myself out of the bed and take a shower, almost falling over from sleep deprivation, and get ready... go to school at 8:15, head up to mrs. fortner's room(she's not there), sit outside it, she comes, go inside, we take our test, I MAKE A 10, she writes a note on my paper that says, "Try Reading- It Helps." okay, i actually did read, unlike the other 75% of the class, thank you very much! just because the questions you ask can be easily found on sparknotes.com and therefore were answered correctly by the CHEATERS, doesn't mean that i didn't read! she makes me so mad sometimes!
so then i go to history and we, of course, have the best project! yay! man, we worked hard on that... then i go to pre-cal, and fall asleep(i'm later informed that people were talking about me being a bad student while i was out-- you know, that A average and class ranking really prove my inadequacy as a hard worker...) then wake up, go to lunch, am still hungry, go to cheerleading, sit and do nothing, etc. etc.
TERRIBLE DAY! let's make tomorrow better, huh? let's.
-tib
prom is saturday! i's excited! i still don't know what shoes i'm wearing... ho hum. converse! flip- flops! heaven forbid i wear the matching heels...
my dad is SO mad about my sat score. when my mom told him what i made, he asked, "AND WHAT DID MARCY MAKE AGAIN?" well, uh... she made 200 points higher... BUT I'M NOT MARCY! OHMYGOSH!