"I'm the George Bush of editors."
Today was...interesting. For the most part it was the same old kind of lame school day, where teachers don't teach (ie: Ms. Free, who was in a really worse than normal mood today) and my friends and I screw around. Eedee said she would show me all of the Star Wars movies, since I haven't seen any of them, so that was exciting. Nelsen freaked the hell out on us in Psych, which was thoroughly uncomfortable. But there was a heated debate, for a change, in Religion that started out as discussion over whether redemption should be allowed in any form in the legal system and ended up turning into a shouting match about capital punishment. The class was pretty much divided and no one was backing down so we basically had to accept that we didn't agree and could not come to any sort of reconciling, at least in the course of a 55-minute class period.
I stayed after school from the end of 6th period to about 7 to work on newspaper stuff. It was intense, especially when it got a point where it was just me and Nicklis. Talk about awkward. But at least he didn't tell me to "do what I gotta do" at all today. But then Jillian came and saved me. Jillian and I got a lot done (major props to Kristy and Whitney, the only editors to techinically finish their layouts on time, I think) but there's still more to do, of course. And Alex even came and hung out with us a while too, which was very nice and quite entertaining as well. Then I drove him to his car and he complemented my stick-driving skills thus solidifying his place in my good graces for the remainder of his life.
I had no less than four people today tell me I should try out for the play. I find this highly amusing. And I freaking love Amy Milum. The girl is so adorable and tells me really entertaining stories. Plus anyone who can act bright and cheery to me after we've just yelled at each other about ethical values is basically awesome.
I'm freaking out about college stuff again...mostly I think because of all this talk about everyone getting accepted/rejected/deferred from all these schools, and I'm wondering if the places I applied were really the right places for me. But I suppose this is a silly worry and I'm going to be happy wherever I end up, and this time next year all of this worrying will be over. Right? Right.
Secret Santa people...it's 7:30 on Friday night at my house and I have no idea what Angie and I will be making for the main dish but as for the rest of you: Jillian - bread, Kaylee - salad, Joey - drinks, Danielle, Michael, Jessica, and Anna - sides, and K.C., Bobby, and Megan - dessert.
Here's to Starbucking it tomorrow morning and hopefully Buffying it tomorrow afternoon. Hooray!
I stayed after school from the end of 6th period to about 7 to work on newspaper stuff. It was intense, especially when it got a point where it was just me and Nicklis. Talk about awkward. But at least he didn't tell me to "do what I gotta do" at all today. But then Jillian came and saved me. Jillian and I got a lot done (major props to Kristy and Whitney, the only editors to techinically finish their layouts on time, I think) but there's still more to do, of course. And Alex even came and hung out with us a while too, which was very nice and quite entertaining as well. Then I drove him to his car and he complemented my stick-driving skills thus solidifying his place in my good graces for the remainder of his life.
I had no less than four people today tell me I should try out for the play. I find this highly amusing. And I freaking love Amy Milum. The girl is so adorable and tells me really entertaining stories. Plus anyone who can act bright and cheery to me after we've just yelled at each other about ethical values is basically awesome.
I'm freaking out about college stuff again...mostly I think because of all this talk about everyone getting accepted/rejected/deferred from all these schools, and I'm wondering if the places I applied were really the right places for me. But I suppose this is a silly worry and I'm going to be happy wherever I end up, and this time next year all of this worrying will be over. Right? Right.
Secret Santa people...it's 7:30 on Friday night at my house and I have no idea what Angie and I will be making for the main dish but as for the rest of you: Jillian - bread, Kaylee - salad, Joey - drinks, Danielle, Michael, Jessica, and Anna - sides, and K.C., Bobby, and Megan - dessert.
Here's to Starbucking it tomorrow morning and hopefully Buffying it tomorrow afternoon. Hooray!