A jewfro with a headband....kind of like...
Alright. Finals. Yes, its been the subject of most updates theses days so for the sake of updating and since honestly, finals are all thats really happening in my life, or was happening in my life, i think an entry is in order.
Monday: Last day of school and It's never felt any better. But soon after it ended the reality that i had to study my ass off for two tests that were coming the next day seemed to block out the potential happpiness. Em came over and we studied for like 3 hours for the morld history test. It was intense. We studied every single term we had learned the entire year and made mneumonic devices and everything. She left and I studied some more, forgetting i had the Math Honors final too. I kind of didnt study for that at all.
Tuesday: TESTING! That gym is death. For a combined 4 hours i sat in that gym, dying. but the good news is I think i did well on the WH test because my essay was decent and emski and i studied our asses off for the multiple choice. Math...was...another story. I think I did well. But in that hot deathly gym trying to figure out how to prove two lines congruent can be painful. I answered all of the questions so that means partial credit for the one problem i got miserably wrong. Melanie came over and we did lunch and beat eachother's faces in with pillows, even though i did most of the beating. IT WAS DAVID'S BIRTHDAY! He is very sexy. So the grandparents came over for a big dinner. It was jolly 'ol time.
Wednesday:French Final. Insanity. It wasn't very hard but i woke up that morning at 8:22 and the final started 8 minutes thereafter. The school was notified and started bugging out, calling my home, my mom's cell, my dad's cell (like thats going to help, right?), etc. I was there only two minutes late and kaufman was giving me attitude. whore. So then I started to take the test and I think I did fairly well with minimal studying. But there was one part of the test where there were three questions we were incapable of answering and I called her over to find out the irregular stems but she wouldnt tell me. what a bitch. Then I went into town with Emski, Alex, Sofia, and later Katie. Katie and Sofia and myself left for the English final soon after. I was nervous as all hell but i had my lines memorized, my costume ready and a decent idea of what i was doing. There was a lot of panicking before but i think we did quite well. And nothing can compare to watching the other scenes. Starwars romeo and juliet? that is hot. Afterwards Julie and I went to my house and studied like fiends for latin. After she left there was a chaotic night here. A fight broke out as usual. I love how these things have become normal like I can sit there eating my cake deadpan staring at myself in the glass doors hearing jamie scream: WHAT THE FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT HEAD ASSBAG DICKWAD SHITBAG! ILL PUSH YOU DOWN THE STAIRS YOU PANSY! WANNA FIGHT?!?! LETS FIGHT! And not only jamie. Adults can be such anuses when theyre mad, resorting to childish tactics like "i wont stop until he stops".
Thursday: Beasted the latin Final. I didnt think it was terribly hard. Which leads me to believe i probably did something wrong. Ehhh fuckit. I went home and napped and then Emski called!I mosied into town and we chyllled. Got Pizza, looked at pretty bows, gossiped with parents, went to schoool, chilled with ezra elliot for two of his arrt classes, went to her house. There we ate, we packed up all her shit for camp and i did it with great organization and folding skill. We chilled some more and then fonda drove us over hurr and we chilled some more except this time we were with B-Rudd. We gossiped like crazy and talked about the theme of our night (A.S.) endlessly.
Me:He's what you would call, flaming.
My sister: What?
Me: He's a little bit light in the loafers.
My sister: What?
Emski: He's playing for the other team.
My Sister: What?
My Mom: HE'S GAY!
(end scene)
we then baked brownies for the basement boys and chased kitties and acted completely insane. She took a taxi home at 11:30.
Friday: It it 12:30 and I just woke up. It is a weekday. This feels marvelous.
Monday: Last day of school and It's never felt any better. But soon after it ended the reality that i had to study my ass off for two tests that were coming the next day seemed to block out the potential happpiness. Em came over and we studied for like 3 hours for the morld history test. It was intense. We studied every single term we had learned the entire year and made mneumonic devices and everything. She left and I studied some more, forgetting i had the Math Honors final too. I kind of didnt study for that at all.
Tuesday: TESTING! That gym is death. For a combined 4 hours i sat in that gym, dying. but the good news is I think i did well on the WH test because my essay was decent and emski and i studied our asses off for the multiple choice. Math...was...another story. I think I did well. But in that hot deathly gym trying to figure out how to prove two lines congruent can be painful. I answered all of the questions so that means partial credit for the one problem i got miserably wrong. Melanie came over and we did lunch and beat eachother's faces in with pillows, even though i did most of the beating. IT WAS DAVID'S BIRTHDAY! He is very sexy. So the grandparents came over for a big dinner. It was jolly 'ol time.
Wednesday:French Final. Insanity. It wasn't very hard but i woke up that morning at 8:22 and the final started 8 minutes thereafter. The school was notified and started bugging out, calling my home, my mom's cell, my dad's cell (like thats going to help, right?), etc. I was there only two minutes late and kaufman was giving me attitude. whore. So then I started to take the test and I think I did fairly well with minimal studying. But there was one part of the test where there were three questions we were incapable of answering and I called her over to find out the irregular stems but she wouldnt tell me. what a bitch. Then I went into town with Emski, Alex, Sofia, and later Katie. Katie and Sofia and myself left for the English final soon after. I was nervous as all hell but i had my lines memorized, my costume ready and a decent idea of what i was doing. There was a lot of panicking before but i think we did quite well. And nothing can compare to watching the other scenes. Starwars romeo and juliet? that is hot. Afterwards Julie and I went to my house and studied like fiends for latin. After she left there was a chaotic night here. A fight broke out as usual. I love how these things have become normal like I can sit there eating my cake deadpan staring at myself in the glass doors hearing jamie scream: WHAT THE FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT HEAD ASSBAG DICKWAD SHITBAG! ILL PUSH YOU DOWN THE STAIRS YOU PANSY! WANNA FIGHT?!?! LETS FIGHT! And not only jamie. Adults can be such anuses when theyre mad, resorting to childish tactics like "i wont stop until he stops".
Thursday: Beasted the latin Final. I didnt think it was terribly hard. Which leads me to believe i probably did something wrong. Ehhh fuckit. I went home and napped and then Emski called!I mosied into town and we chyllled. Got Pizza, looked at pretty bows, gossiped with parents, went to schoool, chilled with ezra elliot for two of his arrt classes, went to her house. There we ate, we packed up all her shit for camp and i did it with great organization and folding skill. We chilled some more and then fonda drove us over hurr and we chilled some more except this time we were with B-Rudd. We gossiped like crazy and talked about the theme of our night (A.S.) endlessly.
Me:He's what you would call, flaming.
My sister: What?
Me: He's a little bit light in the loafers.
My sister: What?
Emski: He's playing for the other team.
My Sister: What?
My Mom: HE'S GAY!
(end scene)
we then baked brownies for the basement boys and chased kitties and acted completely insane. She took a taxi home at 11:30.
Friday: It it 12:30 and I just woke up. It is a weekday. This feels marvelous.