Today's random subject heading: Haberdashery!
Quinn and I saw the Corpse Bride yesterday. However, I'm jumping ahead of myself here.
I fell asleep again in Criminalistics. When I wasn't nodding off, I was watching the clock, praying for the hands to speed up so I could get the hell out of there and on with my life. We're doing the photography unit, so it's kind of tedious. I might have failed photography in high school; but it was because I didn't hand in my work on time, not because I didn't know how to develop film. Listening to the whole "how to use the darkroom" thing is boring. Plus it's way early, and I never seem to get enough sleep these days, so I'm always tired.
Anthropology was cancelled, so I hung out in the cafeteria (Pit #3- we got kicked out of the last one again) for the rest of the day. Manda brought Dylan into school, so I got to hold/watch him for a while. This would have been fine, except that Manda and Lisha decided that they would say "tick, tick, tick" at me almost constantly, as a vocalization of my biological clock. They insist that I'm going to have kids one day, I insist that I'm not. Then Lisha brings up the whole curse she put on me so I'd wind up having them anyway, and goes on to talk about how I'll be in the unfortunate 1% of the population that the Pill doesn't work for.
Which really, really wasn't funny, because who knows if she jinxed me or not? And if she jinxed me and the Pill magically stops working or something, I am seriously going to flip my shit.
Told them that if I really wanted kids I'd just clone Dylan. Manda reminded me that at this point, clones still need to be brought to term in a uterus. Wound up asking Quinn which he thought was better- clones or normal babies- and he said normal babies. BAH.
I talked about it with him later, though. Turns out that he prefers normal babies to clone babies because normal babies have less of a tendency to mutate and take over the world, leaving nothing but flaming death, destruction, and mayhem in their wake. (That's the abridged version of what he said. He was very vehement about it. Replied that as long as he didn't like clone babies for his reasons and not because he wanted a normal baby or something, that was fine with me.)
Also, Manda got yelled at for bringing Dylan into school by some random quasi-pit geek who is Jason's cousin in law or something. Everyone told him to basically STFU.
After Manda got out of class, Quinn and I took off for the mall, bringing this entry back to Corpse Bride. It was good. I liked it. It got out fifteen minutes later than we thought it would, which made me miss the bus. The last bus to B'ville. By like, two minutes, dammit! Quinn had to talk his mom into giving me a ride home.
Ride home conversation consisted mainly of "when are you guys getting an apartment?" Erm. Well. Yeah. About that, uh. Dunno.
(I am way too poor to move out. Christie and Kira want me to split their apartment with them, and the rent would come to a grand total of $82.50 per month. I can't afford that. So...)
Anyway. Got home, got sick, went to bed. Nothing too exciting, really.
I fell asleep again in Criminalistics. When I wasn't nodding off, I was watching the clock, praying for the hands to speed up so I could get the hell out of there and on with my life. We're doing the photography unit, so it's kind of tedious. I might have failed photography in high school; but it was because I didn't hand in my work on time, not because I didn't know how to develop film. Listening to the whole "how to use the darkroom" thing is boring. Plus it's way early, and I never seem to get enough sleep these days, so I'm always tired.
Anthropology was cancelled, so I hung out in the cafeteria (Pit #3- we got kicked out of the last one again) for the rest of the day. Manda brought Dylan into school, so I got to hold/watch him for a while. This would have been fine, except that Manda and Lisha decided that they would say "tick, tick, tick" at me almost constantly, as a vocalization of my biological clock. They insist that I'm going to have kids one day, I insist that I'm not. Then Lisha brings up the whole curse she put on me so I'd wind up having them anyway, and goes on to talk about how I'll be in the unfortunate 1% of the population that the Pill doesn't work for.
Which really, really wasn't funny, because who knows if she jinxed me or not? And if she jinxed me and the Pill magically stops working or something, I am seriously going to flip my shit.
Told them that if I really wanted kids I'd just clone Dylan. Manda reminded me that at this point, clones still need to be brought to term in a uterus. Wound up asking Quinn which he thought was better- clones or normal babies- and he said normal babies. BAH.
I talked about it with him later, though. Turns out that he prefers normal babies to clone babies because normal babies have less of a tendency to mutate and take over the world, leaving nothing but flaming death, destruction, and mayhem in their wake. (That's the abridged version of what he said. He was very vehement about it. Replied that as long as he didn't like clone babies for his reasons and not because he wanted a normal baby or something, that was fine with me.)
Also, Manda got yelled at for bringing Dylan into school by some random quasi-pit geek who is Jason's cousin in law or something. Everyone told him to basically STFU.
After Manda got out of class, Quinn and I took off for the mall, bringing this entry back to Corpse Bride. It was good. I liked it. It got out fifteen minutes later than we thought it would, which made me miss the bus. The last bus to B'ville. By like, two minutes, dammit! Quinn had to talk his mom into giving me a ride home.
Ride home conversation consisted mainly of "when are you guys getting an apartment?" Erm. Well. Yeah. About that, uh. Dunno.
(I am way too poor to move out. Christie and Kira want me to split their apartment with them, and the rent would come to a grand total of $82.50 per month. I can't afford that. So...)
Anyway. Got home, got sick, went to bed. Nothing too exciting, really.