Comp Sci Update
The saga continues.
Shhhhhhh. I'm doing the Bio lab I put off doing both in class and all day yesterday.
Kelly made the mistake of asking me if I saw RENT. Oh Kelly, you do not know the half of it. I'm only completely and totally obsessed with it. And trying to find people who haven't seen it to go with.
By the way, I have nothing to do on Friday or Saturday night. My sister is babysitting and my parents are out of town (NO PARTY). Anyone want to do something?
Wednesday-Friday are either going to be days of serious congratulations or serious comforting. Meaning Ivy League decisions go out. But we all know Sarah is getting in. Because I said so. And then the Dartmouth people need never see that letter I wrote about her.
I finished my lab.
Christian is being an ass, as usual. I asked Mr. Garrison about something he had put in his program, and he said that was what we were learning next. Then Christian goes "Is the intro class learning that?" Mr. Garrison was like "uh, no, this is the AP class." And he goes "Oh well, I already finished it and it works really well." What a butthead.
EXCUSE ME FOR NOT BEING A SUPER-GENIUS JAVA WIZARD. I WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU HAVE A VERY, VERY SAD LIFE.
Jane found a way to get onto MySpace even though the school blocked it. Only she said that you could get suspended if they catch you going on it. So it's really not so worth it.
I bit my cheek. It hurts.
I am very, very proud of Julie. She's finally given in to senioritis and has begun copying her Spanish homework from the answers in the back of the book. YAY FOR JULIE.
I am SO GLAD I don't have Ms. Siggers or Mrs. Oliverio. Everyone complains about their classes. Apparently Ms. Siggers is mean.
Apparently the kid I hate said that the Greeks gave us "Roman Numerals" and she only took 1 point off because he said "Math" as well. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I hate that kid. He should have gotten the entire question wrong.
Jason and I got into an argument about whether Callipso was a Muse or not. I won. She isn't. MWAHAHAHAHA. I am the queen of Greek mythology. CALYPSO was the nymph who trapped Odysseus on her island for 7 years. CALLIOPE is the Muse of epic poetry. They're sort of related. But not really.
I wish I could do the "year in review" thing for LJ. But I only started in July. Poopy.
Oh yeah, so I didn't talk about the bat mitzvah and everything. Well, the rabbi kind of scared me with his enthusiasm. He was so damn HAPPY and he talked WAY too much. And they had a guitar. And clapped. And danced the hora in the middle of the service. Remind me not ot join a Reconstructionist synagouge.
The actually party was fairly crap since I was put at the table with Peter Pan's friends who all knew each other. I was so depressed about it that my mom made room for me at her table so I wasn't forced to sit with them. The only really good part was the dessert- chocolate fountain = YUM.
Then we went to this little town called Long Grove that had these cute shops and a cider mill where I got amazing hot cider. Then we went into this really cool jewlery shop and bought a ridiculous amount of jewelry, including a necklace for me for Hannukah which I sadly don't get UNTIL Hannukah. Wah.
Then we went to a dinner the Sarachans had for out of town guests and I ate pizza and desserts and mozzerella sticks. Yum.
The next day we went to the Sarachan's house for a brunch which was SO GOOD. They had soft bagels and kugel and cookies and apple juice and all sorts of yummy things. And we got to bring some cookies home. I think I'll have one right now.
Yummmmmmmm. Apriot hamentashen.
Anyways, the plane ride home was so-so. I was in the middle (angry-making), and the guy next to me had what I call "twitchy-neck syndrome." He was asleep, and then his hea would roll forward and he'd yank it up, and then it would fall again. This happened for like 15 minutes before the plane took off and he totally woke up. I don't know if he was asleep or awake during his syndrome.
Christian is hitting people up for brownies. Asshole. NO ONE LIKES YOU. GO AWAY.
It's really cold in here. REALLY COLD.
I think we should petition the school board to run up the heat in the school before we all turn into icicles.
I am now cleaning out my gmail inbox. Because I have nothing better to do.
I have to go now. I love you all. Make lots of comments!
Shhhhhhh. I'm doing the Bio lab I put off doing both in class and all day yesterday.
Kelly made the mistake of asking me if I saw RENT. Oh Kelly, you do not know the half of it. I'm only completely and totally obsessed with it. And trying to find people who haven't seen it to go with.
By the way, I have nothing to do on Friday or Saturday night. My sister is babysitting and my parents are out of town (NO PARTY). Anyone want to do something?
Wednesday-Friday are either going to be days of serious congratulations or serious comforting. Meaning Ivy League decisions go out. But we all know Sarah is getting in. Because I said so. And then the Dartmouth people need never see that letter I wrote about her.
I finished my lab.
Christian is being an ass, as usual. I asked Mr. Garrison about something he had put in his program, and he said that was what we were learning next. Then Christian goes "Is the intro class learning that?" Mr. Garrison was like "uh, no, this is the AP class." And he goes "Oh well, I already finished it and it works really well." What a butthead.
EXCUSE ME FOR NOT BEING A SUPER-GENIUS JAVA WIZARD. I WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU HAVE A VERY, VERY SAD LIFE.
Jane found a way to get onto MySpace even though the school blocked it. Only she said that you could get suspended if they catch you going on it. So it's really not so worth it.
I bit my cheek. It hurts.
I am very, very proud of Julie. She's finally given in to senioritis and has begun copying her Spanish homework from the answers in the back of the book. YAY FOR JULIE.
I am SO GLAD I don't have Ms. Siggers or Mrs. Oliverio. Everyone complains about their classes. Apparently Ms. Siggers is mean.
Apparently the kid I hate said that the Greeks gave us "Roman Numerals" and she only took 1 point off because he said "Math" as well. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I hate that kid. He should have gotten the entire question wrong.
Jason and I got into an argument about whether Callipso was a Muse or not. I won. She isn't. MWAHAHAHAHA. I am the queen of Greek mythology. CALYPSO was the nymph who trapped Odysseus on her island for 7 years. CALLIOPE is the Muse of epic poetry. They're sort of related. But not really.
I wish I could do the "year in review" thing for LJ. But I only started in July. Poopy.
Oh yeah, so I didn't talk about the bat mitzvah and everything. Well, the rabbi kind of scared me with his enthusiasm. He was so damn HAPPY and he talked WAY too much. And they had a guitar. And clapped. And danced the hora in the middle of the service. Remind me not ot join a Reconstructionist synagouge.
The actually party was fairly crap since I was put at the table with Peter Pan's friends who all knew each other. I was so depressed about it that my mom made room for me at her table so I wasn't forced to sit with them. The only really good part was the dessert- chocolate fountain = YUM.
Then we went to this little town called Long Grove that had these cute shops and a cider mill where I got amazing hot cider. Then we went into this really cool jewlery shop and bought a ridiculous amount of jewelry, including a necklace for me for Hannukah which I sadly don't get UNTIL Hannukah. Wah.
Then we went to a dinner the Sarachans had for out of town guests and I ate pizza and desserts and mozzerella sticks. Yum.
The next day we went to the Sarachan's house for a brunch which was SO GOOD. They had soft bagels and kugel and cookies and apple juice and all sorts of yummy things. And we got to bring some cookies home. I think I'll have one right now.
Yummmmmmmm. Apriot hamentashen.
Anyways, the plane ride home was so-so. I was in the middle (angry-making), and the guy next to me had what I call "twitchy-neck syndrome." He was asleep, and then his hea would roll forward and he'd yank it up, and then it would fall again. This happened for like 15 minutes before the plane took off and he totally woke up. I don't know if he was asleep or awake during his syndrome.
Christian is hitting people up for brownies. Asshole. NO ONE LIKES YOU. GO AWAY.
It's really cold in here. REALLY COLD.
I think we should petition the school board to run up the heat in the school before we all turn into icicles.
I am now cleaning out my gmail inbox. Because I have nothing better to do.
I have to go now. I love you all. Make lots of comments!