bluebells, morning glories, gardenias -- and shellshock
"Shut up, already! Every time you talk, a baby dies!" -- quoth random kid from my geometry class. We all had a good laugh. I think it was just the way he said it and all.
Wow, I've been posting a lot, and for really pointless reasons. oo; Like having nothing to say. Hum. I'm listening to some music from this box set my uncle leant me that's all from the first psychadelic era. oo; It's fun, yay.
Today was funny, too. Watched The Lion King II in English. <3 I luff my Engrish teacher, even if she is making us do that stupid project. Oo; Miuu, as soon as I get it out of the way, I swear I'll just... cry from joy. ee; I know that sounds over-exaggeratory, but I'm DEAD SERIOUS when I say this thing is throwing me into a "funk" of sorts. And as soon as it's over on December ninth, you can trust that I'll be blasting Christmas music 24/7 and begging my mom to bake cookies with me. Because I love Christmas, but can't start to enjoy it until after I get this project off of my back. oo; Meaning, I'm penting up all of this uber-holiday++ energy, and it's just building up with no outlet by which to escape. nn; As soon as this project's over, I'm going to be... well, majorly festive, probably. All, "WHEE!" Yes. Ahem. I will most likely scare a fair amount of people. >_O; Right now, I just have to GET OVER the fact that I have to talk for twenty-two minutes in front of PEOPLE and it's inevitable. *shudder* Somehow, I haven't gotten the first bit of shock out of my system, even after a month. =w=;; *exasperation*
I have a lot to do today. Already did my homework, but I also have to rip some CDs to my computer so I can get them back to my uncle, and I have to burn some CDs for my dad, because he wants them for the ride to the Poconos tomorrow. And I have karate in about two hours, and I'm tipping for red belt, I think. oo; Mah.
AND I AM SO GOING TO RIP THIS FECKING PHONE OUT OF THE SOCKET AND DISCONNECT IT ONCE AND FOR ALL. @__@; Damn. It's one of those days where it's all "ring ring ring" every four minutes. >w<; It's mostly telemarketers. I don't answer the phone when it's not for me; an answering machine can do a better job than I can at recording information, obviously, so I don't know why everyone gets all pissy when I don't answer the phone when it's not for me and no one's around to take the call. I really dislike telephones; they hurt my ear and I get at least one personal phonecall a day, which is frustrating, 'specially when I'm busy. I get better get out my thoughts in writing, so I'd rather just get online to talk. @w@; Haven't been getting on much lately, though, exactly BECAUSE I'm so preoccupied. I don't think I can start getting on AIM a lot anymore -- not until after this project, anyway. It's just a distraction and seems to be more of a chore lately. So I'm just taking a temporary antisocial break. @o;
I'm mean to telemarketers, though... yesterday one called and I replied EVERY SINGLE TIME with a one-word answer. "Yes. No. Sure. Maybe." I think I was really getting on the guy's nerves. He had a French accent, too. I was confusing him. Probably thinking, "Stupid American brat." Haa. o__o;
TELEMARKETER: 'Ello?
TAKI: Hi.
TELEMARKETER: Mrs. Kelly?
TAKI: No.
TELEMARKETER: ... Mr. Kelly?
TAKI: ... no?
TELEMARKETER: May I speak to Mrs. or Mr. Kelly?
TAKI: No.
TELEMARKETER: ... No?
TAKI: Not home. (I lied; I answered with two words one time, apparently. XD)
TELEMARKETER: You give me a time to call back?
TAKI: Sure.
TELEMARKETER: *silence for a few moments* ... ... ... No, you give me a time?
TAKI: Um...
TELEMARKETER: 7 pm okay?
TAKI: Yes.
TELEMARKETER: Okay, thank you and goodbye.
TAKI: 'Kay.
So, I think I've decided that I'm not going to do W. W. Jacobs. ee; I'm just going to try someone else. Probably John Steinbeck, since he wrote Of Mice and Men, which is our current novel, and he also has a story in the anthology. I just hope someone didn't claim him yet. ><; And even then, I don't really know what I'll do to entertain my teacher + classmates for twenty-two minutes. *shroog* Any ideas?
Wow, I've been posting a lot, and for really pointless reasons. oo; Like having nothing to say. Hum. I'm listening to some music from this box set my uncle leant me that's all from the first psychadelic era. oo; It's fun, yay.
Today was funny, too. Watched The Lion King II in English. <3 I luff my Engrish teacher, even if she is making us do that stupid project. Oo; Miuu, as soon as I get it out of the way, I swear I'll just... cry from joy. ee; I know that sounds over-exaggeratory, but I'm DEAD SERIOUS when I say this thing is throwing me into a "funk" of sorts. And as soon as it's over on December ninth, you can trust that I'll be blasting Christmas music 24/7 and begging my mom to bake cookies with me. Because I love Christmas, but can't start to enjoy it until after I get this project off of my back. oo; Meaning, I'm penting up all of this uber-holiday++ energy, and it's just building up with no outlet by which to escape. nn; As soon as this project's over, I'm going to be... well, majorly festive, probably. All, "WHEE!" Yes. Ahem. I will most likely scare a fair amount of people. >_O; Right now, I just have to GET OVER the fact that I have to talk for twenty-two minutes in front of PEOPLE and it's inevitable. *shudder* Somehow, I haven't gotten the first bit of shock out of my system, even after a month. =w=;; *exasperation*
I have a lot to do today. Already did my homework, but I also have to rip some CDs to my computer so I can get them back to my uncle, and I have to burn some CDs for my dad, because he wants them for the ride to the Poconos tomorrow. And I have karate in about two hours, and I'm tipping for red belt, I think. oo; Mah.
AND I AM SO GOING TO RIP THIS FECKING PHONE OUT OF THE SOCKET AND DISCONNECT IT ONCE AND FOR ALL. @__@; Damn. It's one of those days where it's all "ring ring ring" every four minutes. >w<; It's mostly telemarketers. I don't answer the phone when it's not for me; an answering machine can do a better job than I can at recording information, obviously, so I don't know why everyone gets all pissy when I don't answer the phone when it's not for me and no one's around to take the call. I really dislike telephones; they hurt my ear and I get at least one personal phonecall a day, which is frustrating, 'specially when I'm busy. I get better get out my thoughts in writing, so I'd rather just get online to talk. @w@; Haven't been getting on much lately, though, exactly BECAUSE I'm so preoccupied. I don't think I can start getting on AIM a lot anymore -- not until after this project, anyway. It's just a distraction and seems to be more of a chore lately. So I'm just taking a temporary antisocial break. @o;
I'm mean to telemarketers, though... yesterday one called and I replied EVERY SINGLE TIME with a one-word answer. "Yes. No. Sure. Maybe." I think I was really getting on the guy's nerves. He had a French accent, too. I was confusing him. Probably thinking, "Stupid American brat." Haa. o__o;
TELEMARKETER: 'Ello?
TAKI: Hi.
TELEMARKETER: Mrs. Kelly?
TAKI: No.
TELEMARKETER: ... Mr. Kelly?
TAKI: ... no?
TELEMARKETER: May I speak to Mrs. or Mr. Kelly?
TAKI: No.
TELEMARKETER: ... No?
TAKI: Not home. (I lied; I answered with two words one time, apparently. XD)
TELEMARKETER: You give me a time to call back?
TAKI: Sure.
TELEMARKETER: *silence for a few moments* ... ... ... No, you give me a time?
TAKI: Um...
TELEMARKETER: 7 pm okay?
TAKI: Yes.
TELEMARKETER: Okay, thank you and goodbye.
TAKI: 'Kay.
So, I think I've decided that I'm not going to do W. W. Jacobs. ee; I'm just going to try someone else. Probably John Steinbeck, since he wrote Of Mice and Men, which is our current novel, and he also has a story in the anthology. I just hope someone didn't claim him yet. ><; And even then, I don't really know what I'll do to entertain my teacher + classmates for twenty-two minutes. *shroog* Any ideas?