Okemos High School Library - Study Hall
So I got Mr. Saros to give me a pass to go to the library during study hall- I didn’t feel like putting up with Peter and Abishek today. I heart Mr. Saros; he’s so nice. The librarian threatened to cut my head off if I made noise, though, so I’m sitting here wishing that the space bar wasn’t so rattly. I’m not really sure what I’m even doing here, but it’s quiet and there’s no “penetration” going on, so I’m pretty content. Estoy contenta. The vocab quiz this morning was nice and easy. I love Biology. It really helped with words like “liver” and “gallbladder” in Spanish. For some reason. I know it doesn’t sound logical, but whatever. Last night I dreamt that I had to play the Carmen for a master class in front of this really famous Israeli violinist, and I played really badly. I think it means that I can’t play the Carmen. I think it’s right. *sighs* I’ll get it eventually, really I will.
Yesterday Chris took me out for dinner to Jimmy John’s. It was good, though subs are not my favorite food by a long shot. So thanks to him for doing that. Last night Eema and Tamar went to see a documentary on the Israeli view of Time. They said it was really good, so I might go see that if I get done with my stuff tonight. Nothing ridiculous. Review for math, reading in bio, well, there may be more bio but I doubt there will be. Unless we’re doing a lab, she doesn’t give homework just for the sake of it. Which is definitely nice.
New Megatokyo yesterday. Kimiko is incredibly cute. All the characters seem to agree that Erika is hot, but I personally think Kimiko’s the more attractive one. She is going to have to beat the fanboys off with a stick when “Sight” comes out. I don’t mind the PiroxKimiko arc as long as Kimiko’s the one we’re focusing on here. Pirowaffling gets on my nerves. I’m at the point where I’ve really stopped caring about his little internal struggles. I should be more patient with him, he’s just a character and in “MT time” it really hasn’t been that long- it’s just that I only get three updates a week, if that, and when I’ve waited *three whole days* to see what happens next and it’s chibi-Piro staring at a cell phone, I flip out.
What time does this hour end? Eleven, right? So I’ve got half an hour. Not bad. I’ll just have to leave early to make sure I’m on time for orchestra. I forget what we’re playing today. I don’t really care to know beforehand. We’ll play what we’ll play and it makes little difference to me. At this point there aren’t any pieces I love or hate.
…unless it’s the Carmen. That would make a difference, hoo boy. Eru, I hope it’s not. I haven’t been practicing well all week. I have a lesson today too… *cries* my life is pain. Pain, I tell you, pain.
A thank-you again to Caitlin for scanning and sending me the Spanish vocab list last night. I can’t believe I completely forgot about it until almost ten o’clock the day before the quiz. Oh yeah, I’m gonna love college.
Mmm, I don’t want to go to orchestra. I just want to sit here and type whatever comes into my head alllll daaaayy loooonng. Don’t you feel privileged that you get to read it here in my illustrious livejournal? I know you do. This is going to be really valuable when I’m famous. *laughs* Man, I’m pretty hungry. I already ate my puffin bar. I hate those stupid “french toast flavored” puffin bars. Apparently they’re lots healthier than chewies. Well, they taste bad. French toast my hind leg. Eema shelach French toast. In communist Russia, French toasts you. Or toast frenches you, I suppose. If you eat toast, I guess it works. I tend not to like toast. It can be okay.
So if they don’t get six more people to sign up for Kallah Israel, it’s not going to happen. This is infuriating. Grr. You hear that growling? That is the sound of a Leora who might not get three weeks in Israel to make up for the three weeks of Christian camp last summer. Grr. Grr. Grr.
Twenty minutes.
Mleh. I don’t want to go to orchestraaaaa. *whine whine whine pout pout pout* Oh speaking of. Someone gave my parents a bottle of wine as a present. Haha. We’ll give it to the Bartleys.
I love my NINJ4 hoodie. *hugs it* I heart this big deep black hoodie. I wish I had Oren’s zaruk orange sweatshirt back, though.
I have two documents saved on the school computers- one is the beginning of a Spanish composition that I later started over, and the other is the essay I wrote on the Tokio project. Second time I’ve been reminded of her in two days. Yesterday The Courtship of Lady Tokio updated, and I read it and was impressed again. I love good fanfic, it makes me happy even if it reminds me of how terrible I am at writing.
I don’t have Tanneressays this week. I’m supposed to research the origins of some superstitions and finish Huck Finn, and maybe something else, I dunno, I wrote it down. No writing though. I wish I could write. I wish it I wish it I wish it. There are a ton of things I would love to be able to do, yet I suck at them slash don’t know how. Sigh.
Fifteen minutes. Stupid clock. I want to stay here, darn it, here. Well, maybe with some food. Food would be good too. That or I could just go home, that would also make me happy. Or some Pratchett to read, that would be nice, and maybe some old Naomi Shemer or Kaveret, and maybe I could look for some good lotr fanfic, or start coming up with soshte vocabulary. Every language needs a word for kidney. It really amuses me that the Spanish word for gallbladder basically means “bile receptacle.” Much more sensible than our name.
There is a book on the shelf a few feet from me titled A Daughter (sticker) the Samur(sticker) by Sugimoto. I feel like going over and seeing what that’s all about, but not enough to actually do it, you know? Call number 92 SUGI MOTO, in case I feel like going back and finding it sometime.
Ten minutes. Curses, curses, curses. Do’ wanna go to orchestra. No. No no no no. Wanta stay here and type nonsense forever and ever and all day long. I think I’d better go though; make sure Miss Kesler doesn’t have a reason to be ticked at me just before Parent-Teacher Conferences. Last time she told Eema that I’d been being disrespectful. Mrrgh. I had not. She just took it that way. Eh, enough kvetching. I’m gonna go now.
Goodbye.
Yesterday Chris took me out for dinner to Jimmy John’s. It was good, though subs are not my favorite food by a long shot. So thanks to him for doing that. Last night Eema and Tamar went to see a documentary on the Israeli view of Time. They said it was really good, so I might go see that if I get done with my stuff tonight. Nothing ridiculous. Review for math, reading in bio, well, there may be more bio but I doubt there will be. Unless we’re doing a lab, she doesn’t give homework just for the sake of it. Which is definitely nice.
New Megatokyo yesterday. Kimiko is incredibly cute. All the characters seem to agree that Erika is hot, but I personally think Kimiko’s the more attractive one. She is going to have to beat the fanboys off with a stick when “Sight” comes out. I don’t mind the PiroxKimiko arc as long as Kimiko’s the one we’re focusing on here. Pirowaffling gets on my nerves. I’m at the point where I’ve really stopped caring about his little internal struggles. I should be more patient with him, he’s just a character and in “MT time” it really hasn’t been that long- it’s just that I only get three updates a week, if that, and when I’ve waited *three whole days* to see what happens next and it’s chibi-Piro staring at a cell phone, I flip out.
What time does this hour end? Eleven, right? So I’ve got half an hour. Not bad. I’ll just have to leave early to make sure I’m on time for orchestra. I forget what we’re playing today. I don’t really care to know beforehand. We’ll play what we’ll play and it makes little difference to me. At this point there aren’t any pieces I love or hate.
…unless it’s the Carmen. That would make a difference, hoo boy. Eru, I hope it’s not. I haven’t been practicing well all week. I have a lesson today too… *cries* my life is pain. Pain, I tell you, pain.
A thank-you again to Caitlin for scanning and sending me the Spanish vocab list last night. I can’t believe I completely forgot about it until almost ten o’clock the day before the quiz. Oh yeah, I’m gonna love college.
Mmm, I don’t want to go to orchestra. I just want to sit here and type whatever comes into my head alllll daaaayy loooonng. Don’t you feel privileged that you get to read it here in my illustrious livejournal? I know you do. This is going to be really valuable when I’m famous. *laughs* Man, I’m pretty hungry. I already ate my puffin bar. I hate those stupid “french toast flavored” puffin bars. Apparently they’re lots healthier than chewies. Well, they taste bad. French toast my hind leg. Eema shelach French toast. In communist Russia, French toasts you. Or toast frenches you, I suppose. If you eat toast, I guess it works. I tend not to like toast. It can be okay.
So if they don’t get six more people to sign up for Kallah Israel, it’s not going to happen. This is infuriating. Grr. You hear that growling? That is the sound of a Leora who might not get three weeks in Israel to make up for the three weeks of Christian camp last summer. Grr. Grr. Grr.
Twenty minutes.
Mleh. I don’t want to go to orchestraaaaa. *whine whine whine pout pout pout* Oh speaking of. Someone gave my parents a bottle of wine as a present. Haha. We’ll give it to the Bartleys.
I love my NINJ4 hoodie. *hugs it* I heart this big deep black hoodie. I wish I had Oren’s zaruk orange sweatshirt back, though.
I have two documents saved on the school computers- one is the beginning of a Spanish composition that I later started over, and the other is the essay I wrote on the Tokio project. Second time I’ve been reminded of her in two days. Yesterday The Courtship of Lady Tokio updated, and I read it and was impressed again. I love good fanfic, it makes me happy even if it reminds me of how terrible I am at writing.
I don’t have Tanneressays this week. I’m supposed to research the origins of some superstitions and finish Huck Finn, and maybe something else, I dunno, I wrote it down. No writing though. I wish I could write. I wish it I wish it I wish it. There are a ton of things I would love to be able to do, yet I suck at them slash don’t know how. Sigh.
Fifteen minutes. Stupid clock. I want to stay here, darn it, here. Well, maybe with some food. Food would be good too. That or I could just go home, that would also make me happy. Or some Pratchett to read, that would be nice, and maybe some old Naomi Shemer or Kaveret, and maybe I could look for some good lotr fanfic, or start coming up with soshte vocabulary. Every language needs a word for kidney. It really amuses me that the Spanish word for gallbladder basically means “bile receptacle.” Much more sensible than our name.
There is a book on the shelf a few feet from me titled A Daughter (sticker) the Samur(sticker) by Sugimoto. I feel like going over and seeing what that’s all about, but not enough to actually do it, you know? Call number 92 SUGI MOTO, in case I feel like going back and finding it sometime.
Ten minutes. Curses, curses, curses. Do’ wanna go to orchestra. No. No no no no. Wanta stay here and type nonsense forever and ever and all day long. I think I’d better go though; make sure Miss Kesler doesn’t have a reason to be ticked at me just before Parent-Teacher Conferences. Last time she told Eema that I’d been being disrespectful. Mrrgh. I had not. She just took it that way. Eh, enough kvetching. I’m gonna go now.
Goodbye.