"Great. I'll be known as that one kid who always eats EGGS." -ME
Wednesday (yesterday): Physical...bleh...creepy male nurse, luckily I am healthy and without any strange growths in unfortunate places! Got not one, not two, but THREE shots. Ouch. Mean male nurse was like...um, mean. I missed LA/SS and lunch, then I can't remember French... Shunta's starting to catch on to the fish war. He noticed when I attached El Guapo to my cello yet again...
SHUNTA: Hey, you once put one of those in my backpack, but I THREW IT BACK AT YOU! (sounding very proud)
ME: Well, we've put like, five in Jordan's hood...he has yet to notice...
CHELSEA: (mutters) And at your houses...
SHUNTA: What?
CHELSEA: (cough) Nothing, nothing...
SHUNTA: Yea, that's why I hate wearing hoods. Because people put shit in them. So you've got to be...WARY. Ya know, every few minutes it's like, reeeach back and 'scratch your neck' but make sure there's nothing in your hood...ya know?
ME AND CHELSEA: ...
SHUNTA: DON'T BE GETTIN' ANY IDEAS NOW!
ME AND CHELSEA: ...
SHUNTA: (twitches and compulsively checks hood for unwanted sea life)
That Shunta. Quoth Katherine, "he was always a nutter". (I just never noticed before.) We had a test in Math...that was great fun. Good times in Health. "Cannibus...no, canniBIS?" Came home and went to cello lesson - as I had predicted, Paige didn't notice I hadn't practiced. Family Therapy sucked because I was really hyper and twitchy and my mom kept getting mad at me for 'fidgeting'. Then my sister was all, "Natalie, do you ever FLIRT with people?" I said, "Um...suuuure..." and she goes, "OH MY GOD TELL ME HOW!" I am no guru, it must be said. And since her school is so touchy-feely, like, none of the same rules apply...
TODAY (Thursday): Sorted out course sign-up dilemma in the end. Myka had her OWN physical, and was absent for the first three periods and most of orchestra. More of 'The Motorcycle Diaries' in SS. Poetry and such in LA. In French, I had to switch seats from the close-knit circle of girls to the close-knit circle of boys....grrrr. So as I'm walking over to take my new seat - which just so HAPPENS to be right behind the oh-infamous Josh - Josh goes, "YOU!" all sinisterly and gives me a weird look...what the fuck, I've never even spoken to him...except for the "Oh...so, I guess you REALLY like Harry Potter...I'm happy for you, then..." incident. So he probably just thinks I'm a harmless freak. SO WHY THE GLARE? UGH. Sitting there shall NOT be a laugh and a half, that's for sure. More amusing conversations ensued with Shunta. I have been talking to him often lately.
SHUNTA: Do you have any food?
ME: ...would you like an egg?
SHUNTA: What the fuck, no!
ME: ...carrots?
SHUNTA: Sure!
(It must be understood: these carrots are PATHETIC. They're like, two inches long, and super-skinny...haha.)
ME: (hands over carrot)
SHUNTA: (stares at said carrot) Um...thanks... (eats carrot slooowly, minuscule bite by minuscule bite)
ME: (eats carrot whole)
SHUNTA: Say, these are really good! Can I have another?
ME: I don't want the rest. (throws bag of mini-carrots at Shunta)
SHUNTA: NOOO! JUST ONE! JUST ONE! (takes one, throws bag back)
ME: Ok, ok...
SHUNTA: ...another one?
ME: Why don't you just take them all?
SHUNTA: Just one more!
ME: Fine. (hands over carrot)
SHUNTA: This one has something on it!
CHANNING: I'll take it.
ALL: ...
SHUNTA: (bites carrot in half right in front of Channing's face)
CHANNING: (laughs, which she totally would not have done if twas moi who teased her with a carrot-chomp)
SHUNTA: ...and another?
ME: (gives carrot)
SHUNTA: ...one more...?
ME: You could've just taken them all...but here, the Last Carrot. (gives it to him)
(This carrot, let it be known, is about a millimeter thick and an inch long - the tiniest carrot specimen imaginable.)
SHUNTA: Um...thanks...
ME: Gum?
SHUNTA: Um...I don't know if I have any...let me check... (rummages in various gangsta pockets for at least 10 minutes, miraculously produces stick of gum, and gives it to me)
So the Pastry-Gum exchange has become the Pastry-Vegetable-Gum exchange...now I'm going to ask him for anything edible every single day. MEH-heh-heh-heh-heh-heeeeh.... AAANYWAY! Ate eggs at lunch, chilled in Math and Health. UGH. I forgot to write this, but yesterday in the math test, table of Geoff and cronies (That-One-Guy-Who-I-Thought-Was-Cool-But-Now-He-Isn't, Bad Hair Guy, and Allison #475, plus Geoff himself and...someone else, maybe?) kept trying to speak to me. (At least, I THINK they were attempting some form of communication...) and Guy-Who-Seemed-Cool was like "GEOFF LIKES YOU" five million times. Clearly, these folks have not seen Geoff's most recent livejournal entries. Perhaps that is for the best. Anyway, they kept doing that again today, and I was about one step away from screaming, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!" but then I remembered my resolution to be like a duck/guy, and also that it is not my life's ambition to die from over-usage of the word 'fuck'. Although their reactions would've been amsuing, tis no doubt... Planted El Guapo on Shunta's seat...hahahaha. He knows not that it was me, as I specifically arranged myself so as to look innocent, and subsequently, render Mykasea as the BLAMED ONES. I'm thinking we should constantly bombard him with fishies, slowly driving him insane...then one day, years from now, Shunta will be a father (ha) and take his small children to Chuck E. Cheese's...and his littlest son will run over and go, "HEY DAD, look what I won!" and shove a fish into his face, and Shunta will scream and faint, falling to the ground, twitching compulsively... Ohhh I would pay good money to see that.
Then...CHEER CLINIC. First the senior cheerleaders talked at us for a while about how hard it is and how you're like one big family, blah blah blah. We stretched. I was one of the only ones who could do side splits, but a lot more people could do middle splits, which are (for me, anyway) a TON harder...that was weird. Then we learned all the motions and played Simon Says with them. I won the second round! And almost the first. They said "Ok, the winners automatically get on the squad!" but they were just kidding...haha, I wish. Then we learned kicks and jumps, and those were fine. Then came RALLYING. (You know, leaping around and yelling "GO ROUGHRIDERS! C'MON ROOSEVELT!" etc.) That was...um, embarrassing. You had to go in groups of five or so, and just...run across the gym, rallying to NO ONE. I was in the SILENT GROUP. So I was basically the only one yelling, and my voice sounded all weird and super-loud and lonely...heh. So they taught us a cheer! Which was pretty fun, until you had to go in the groups of five and rally, stop, do the cheer, and rally off. I messed up the cheer motions (basically everyone else did, too, though - it was NERVE-RACKING!) but other than that, I thought I did ok...but it was scary. Myka's mom picked us up, and we went to Kenna's drum lesson and ate and read the Stranger. God, that thing's hilarious. Now I'm home, and the oh-glorious practicing of the cello awaits me...plus homework...oh, I love high school...
SHUNTA: Hey, you once put one of those in my backpack, but I THREW IT BACK AT YOU! (sounding very proud)
ME: Well, we've put like, five in Jordan's hood...he has yet to notice...
CHELSEA: (mutters) And at your houses...
SHUNTA: What?
CHELSEA: (cough) Nothing, nothing...
SHUNTA: Yea, that's why I hate wearing hoods. Because people put shit in them. So you've got to be...WARY. Ya know, every few minutes it's like, reeeach back and 'scratch your neck' but make sure there's nothing in your hood...ya know?
ME AND CHELSEA: ...
SHUNTA: DON'T BE GETTIN' ANY IDEAS NOW!
ME AND CHELSEA: ...
SHUNTA: (twitches and compulsively checks hood for unwanted sea life)
That Shunta. Quoth Katherine, "he was always a nutter". (I just never noticed before.) We had a test in Math...that was great fun. Good times in Health. "Cannibus...no, canniBIS?" Came home and went to cello lesson - as I had predicted, Paige didn't notice I hadn't practiced. Family Therapy sucked because I was really hyper and twitchy and my mom kept getting mad at me for 'fidgeting'. Then my sister was all, "Natalie, do you ever FLIRT with people?" I said, "Um...suuuure..." and she goes, "OH MY GOD TELL ME HOW!" I am no guru, it must be said. And since her school is so touchy-feely, like, none of the same rules apply...
TODAY (Thursday): Sorted out course sign-up dilemma in the end. Myka had her OWN physical, and was absent for the first three periods and most of orchestra. More of 'The Motorcycle Diaries' in SS. Poetry and such in LA. In French, I had to switch seats from the close-knit circle of girls to the close-knit circle of boys....grrrr. So as I'm walking over to take my new seat - which just so HAPPENS to be right behind the oh-infamous Josh - Josh goes, "YOU!" all sinisterly and gives me a weird look...what the fuck, I've never even spoken to him...except for the "Oh...so, I guess you REALLY like Harry Potter...I'm happy for you, then..." incident. So he probably just thinks I'm a harmless freak. SO WHY THE GLARE? UGH. Sitting there shall NOT be a laugh and a half, that's for sure. More amusing conversations ensued with Shunta. I have been talking to him often lately.
SHUNTA: Do you have any food?
ME: ...would you like an egg?
SHUNTA: What the fuck, no!
ME: ...carrots?
SHUNTA: Sure!
(It must be understood: these carrots are PATHETIC. They're like, two inches long, and super-skinny...haha.)
ME: (hands over carrot)
SHUNTA: (stares at said carrot) Um...thanks... (eats carrot slooowly, minuscule bite by minuscule bite)
ME: (eats carrot whole)
SHUNTA: Say, these are really good! Can I have another?
ME: I don't want the rest. (throws bag of mini-carrots at Shunta)
SHUNTA: NOOO! JUST ONE! JUST ONE! (takes one, throws bag back)
ME: Ok, ok...
SHUNTA: ...another one?
ME: Why don't you just take them all?
SHUNTA: Just one more!
ME: Fine. (hands over carrot)
SHUNTA: This one has something on it!
CHANNING: I'll take it.
ALL: ...
SHUNTA: (bites carrot in half right in front of Channing's face)
CHANNING: (laughs, which she totally would not have done if twas moi who teased her with a carrot-chomp)
SHUNTA: ...and another?
ME: (gives carrot)
SHUNTA: ...one more...?
ME: You could've just taken them all...but here, the Last Carrot. (gives it to him)
(This carrot, let it be known, is about a millimeter thick and an inch long - the tiniest carrot specimen imaginable.)
SHUNTA: Um...thanks...
ME: Gum?
SHUNTA: Um...I don't know if I have any...let me check... (rummages in various gangsta pockets for at least 10 minutes, miraculously produces stick of gum, and gives it to me)
So the Pastry-Gum exchange has become the Pastry-Vegetable-Gum exchange...now I'm going to ask him for anything edible every single day. MEH-heh-heh-heh-heh-heeeeh.... AAANYWAY! Ate eggs at lunch, chilled in Math and Health. UGH. I forgot to write this, but yesterday in the math test, table of Geoff and cronies (That-One-Guy-Who-I-Thought-Was-Cool-But-Now-He-Isn't, Bad Hair Guy, and Allison #475, plus Geoff himself and...someone else, maybe?) kept trying to speak to me. (At least, I THINK they were attempting some form of communication...) and Guy-Who-Seemed-Cool was like "GEOFF LIKES YOU" five million times. Clearly, these folks have not seen Geoff's most recent livejournal entries. Perhaps that is for the best. Anyway, they kept doing that again today, and I was about one step away from screaming, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!" but then I remembered my resolution to be like a duck/guy, and also that it is not my life's ambition to die from over-usage of the word 'fuck'. Although their reactions would've been amsuing, tis no doubt... Planted El Guapo on Shunta's seat...hahahaha. He knows not that it was me, as I specifically arranged myself so as to look innocent, and subsequently, render Mykasea as the BLAMED ONES. I'm thinking we should constantly bombard him with fishies, slowly driving him insane...then one day, years from now, Shunta will be a father (ha) and take his small children to Chuck E. Cheese's...and his littlest son will run over and go, "HEY DAD, look what I won!" and shove a fish into his face, and Shunta will scream and faint, falling to the ground, twitching compulsively... Ohhh I would pay good money to see that.
Then...CHEER CLINIC. First the senior cheerleaders talked at us for a while about how hard it is and how you're like one big family, blah blah blah. We stretched. I was one of the only ones who could do side splits, but a lot more people could do middle splits, which are (for me, anyway) a TON harder...that was weird. Then we learned all the motions and played Simon Says with them. I won the second round! And almost the first. They said "Ok, the winners automatically get on the squad!" but they were just kidding...haha, I wish. Then we learned kicks and jumps, and those were fine. Then came RALLYING. (You know, leaping around and yelling "GO ROUGHRIDERS! C'MON ROOSEVELT!" etc.) That was...um, embarrassing. You had to go in groups of five or so, and just...run across the gym, rallying to NO ONE. I was in the SILENT GROUP. So I was basically the only one yelling, and my voice sounded all weird and super-loud and lonely...heh. So they taught us a cheer! Which was pretty fun, until you had to go in the groups of five and rally, stop, do the cheer, and rally off. I messed up the cheer motions (basically everyone else did, too, though - it was NERVE-RACKING!) but other than that, I thought I did ok...but it was scary. Myka's mom picked us up, and we went to Kenna's drum lesson and ate and read the Stranger. God, that thing's hilarious. Now I'm home, and the oh-glorious practicing of the cello awaits me...plus homework...oh, I love high school...