Thursday
I have a little bit of a dilemma, which I shall presently address in a filtered entry. So be patient!
I'll be really glad when this week is over; it hasn't been a good one. IA on Wednesday, oral presentation tomorrow, shitload of chemistry work, French oral next week...ugh. It's very clearly the end of the term. I almost just spelled term "turm". What the hell is wrong with me?
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. I drove to school this morning! Wooooooo. The thrill has worn off already, but it was pretty cool for the first minute or so. :P I have to get a parking permit so I'm not freaking out about getting fined or something, even though they will probably never notice anyway. Ah, well. So it goes.
Study hall was fun. We talked about going into other classrooms and disrupting them by doing something completely, utterly bizarre, like an interpretive dance while reciting obscure poetry. For some reason this seemed like a good idea...? I don't know. In any case, Oliver was dead serious about doing it, but I was a little reticent. Regardless of how far I've come since a few years ago, it's hard not to break out of a certain level of inherent shyness. Eep. Maybe we'll do it eventually, though. Senior year, I will well and truly stop giving a shit about the way I am perceived, I think.
AP US was death as usual. Only Mr. Crosby could make the 60s boring, I swear. I don't dislike the man--quite the opposite--but his style of lecturing is just excruciatingly bland. It doesn't help that his voice lulls me to sleep. It's very soothing and very nice, but it's not an especially good teaching voice. Ack. I'll be so happy when that's all over. At this point, school-wise, I'm just trying to maintain my grades for the next week or so. There will be no trying, ladies and gentlemen, unless it is absolutely necessary! Though I do need to try for my English oral, because it's a group project and I can't let down my partner. Otherwise, I would probably be blowing it off a lot more.
I used my sweet driving freedom to go to Starbucks with Erich after school (he got coffee and I got...a cookie. XD) and the track meet at Middletown. I wish I could have stayed longer, because I really do enjoy the meets, but it was way too bloody cold. Some other day, maybe. Once it gets so hot that you can feel the sweat rolling down your back, I'll certainly be there. Speaking of sweat rolling down one's back, what the bloody fuck is up with this weather? IT'S FIFTY DEGREES OUTSIDE. That is completely fucking unacceptable. It was 80 what, two weeks ago? Fucking ridiculous. I am filled with rage.
I think I'm visiting Johns Hopkins and St. John's at Annapolis this weekend. Maybe.
Goddammit. I AM SO SICK OF WORKING.
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat
I'll be really glad when this week is over; it hasn't been a good one. IA on Wednesday, oral presentation tomorrow, shitload of chemistry work, French oral next week...ugh. It's very clearly the end of the term. I almost just spelled term "turm". What the hell is wrong with me?
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. I drove to school this morning! Wooooooo. The thrill has worn off already, but it was pretty cool for the first minute or so. :P I have to get a parking permit so I'm not freaking out about getting fined or something, even though they will probably never notice anyway. Ah, well. So it goes.
Study hall was fun. We talked about going into other classrooms and disrupting them by doing something completely, utterly bizarre, like an interpretive dance while reciting obscure poetry. For some reason this seemed like a good idea...? I don't know. In any case, Oliver was dead serious about doing it, but I was a little reticent. Regardless of how far I've come since a few years ago, it's hard not to break out of a certain level of inherent shyness. Eep. Maybe we'll do it eventually, though. Senior year, I will well and truly stop giving a shit about the way I am perceived, I think.
AP US was death as usual. Only Mr. Crosby could make the 60s boring, I swear. I don't dislike the man--quite the opposite--but his style of lecturing is just excruciatingly bland. It doesn't help that his voice lulls me to sleep. It's very soothing and very nice, but it's not an especially good teaching voice. Ack. I'll be so happy when that's all over. At this point, school-wise, I'm just trying to maintain my grades for the next week or so. There will be no trying, ladies and gentlemen, unless it is absolutely necessary! Though I do need to try for my English oral, because it's a group project and I can't let down my partner. Otherwise, I would probably be blowing it off a lot more.
I used my sweet driving freedom to go to Starbucks with Erich after school (he got coffee and I got...a cookie. XD) and the track meet at Middletown. I wish I could have stayed longer, because I really do enjoy the meets, but it was way too bloody cold. Some other day, maybe. Once it gets so hot that you can feel the sweat rolling down your back, I'll certainly be there. Speaking of sweat rolling down one's back, what the bloody fuck is up with this weather? IT'S FIFTY DEGREES OUTSIDE. That is completely fucking unacceptable. It was 80 what, two weeks ago? Fucking ridiculous. I am filled with rage.
I think I'm visiting Johns Hopkins and St. John's at Annapolis this weekend. Maybe.
Goddammit. I AM SO SICK OF WORKING.
Peace, love, and shaggy hair--
Cat